A/N: this chapter is dedicated to 'sweetblood6'.
Just 'cause she loves this story so much.
Chapt. 6
I'm gonna drown
Into the Sky…
-Nirvana
Percy's POV
There's a deadly feeling of despair on Percival Weasley.
The cold and moisture of the grimy walls that he cannot see are making their way into his nose. The smell would've usually have him gagging in a vain attempt to get rid of it. But that is not the case in this prison of sorts.
Percy doesn't really understand what's happened… he's tried to think about it but there's this throbbing on the side of his head that makes it hard for him to do anything. Hell, he's sitting on the floor leaning against a brick wall trying hard not to allow the darkness throw him into madness.
He can hear other people around him, moving… like rats do in his worst nightmares.
Scabbers… Whatever happened to that rat he gave to his younger brother?
Probably dead. They don't live that long do they?
The shivers are starting up again. Percy doesn't know how to control them. They seep into his body and the ache in his head gets worse… sometimes it's all he can do not to call out to the darkness where monster's lie to help him. But he knows by pure instinct that if he calls out the way that some of the people around him do, that he'll face the pain of screaming in torture as much as they do.
It feels like some hideous dream world he's caught up in. One where the darkness is forever and all he can do is try not to imagine the worst case scenario.
Though when the light falls upon his cell bars illuminating the black hooded figures that surround the outside like people watching at a zoo, Percy knows that the blows and pain will come. Percy knows that he'll cry out and scream until his lungs seem to rip a hole in themselves. Percy knows that bravery will not save him from this…
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Harry's POV:
Neville does everything well. The street that Godric's Hollow used to be is beginning to look like a place where Harry could imagine his life started. Not a street inhabited by anyone, since the overgrowths destroyed the paths and where the houses must've once been.
But a peaceful place that he could imagine his life started. Without any mishaps or any Dark Lord to defeat…
Just a normal life that could've been.
However that's all just wishful thinking on Harry's part and he knows it. Mainly because Neville is still working on how to calm the many venomous plants that have suddenly appeared in heaps on the left side of the clearing.
Who ever the hell created them seriously wasn't in their right marbles.
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The after math of having Percy torn out of his life, seems to have quelled both Hermione and Ron's anger at him. Harry's isn't sure if this is a good thing or something else to add to his new wall of 'shit that happens'. He's tempted to cut them out of his life the way that they tried to do with him.
But he knows that he needs them right now because he can't stand to be alone. Hell, it hurts to even think of going back to Percy's apartment with the knowledge that the curly red head won't walk in the door or out of the fire place.
So when Ron and Hermione make the conversation shift around the whole Horcruxes, Harry admits that he misses them and needs help on how to find the Horcruxes.
Though where they could possibly be he has no clear idea.
He has his theories and so do the others. But it's when he thinks that Ginny should be apart of their little group is he enlightened to where the Horcruxes could be.
"Hogwarts. In the lake at Hogwarts." It's a surprising revelation but one that makes sense.
"What do you mean the lake?" Ron sounds perplexed.
"During the Triwizard Tournament, the merpeople were guarding you and the others that were down there, but what's to say that they don't guard any thing else."
"Yeah, but Harry there's the fact that they probably wouldn't guard anything that Voldemort would ask them to." Hermione has her signature eyebrow crinkle. But it's Ginny who adds the part that makes up his mind.
"Harry, you said that Dumbledore told you that Voldemort collects artefacts that have significant meaning to him. And to have all of the Founders remaining heirlooms as Horcruxes was something that he wanted… so what's to say that merpeople aren't--"
"They wouldn't hold a cup for ransom, Gin."
"Shut it Ron. Anyways they could have something."
Harry thinks it over then slowly watches the dawn come to Hermione's face.
"No… I don't think that they could have any Horcruxes but they might have something that Voldemort might want and would do anything to get…"
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The Order of the Phoenix is the last remaining relic of Dumbledore's bid for peace. A group that despite the fact they have just lost their leader nothing deters them from trying to fight against the strangling holds of both the Ministry and the Dark Side.
It is tempting to say that they are the PeaceKeepers of the Wizarding World. But in the scheme of things even they have to admit that their Order exists for the sole purpose of staying on task with fighting evil…
Not that they should say that they fight evil. It would be more accurate to say that they fight for what they believe is right and not for the pure prejudiced directed by others. After all they work on a honour system of sorts…
Dumbledore is dead. But Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World is still alive. Beaten by so much it is the Order that must convince Harry Potter to continue. With the strategies they've planned out and the alliances they've made they can make it happen. They can convince Harry Potter to save their world and countless of lives.
Even if it means that they have to succumb to blackmailing the 17 year old using his more than likely, dead lover. They are not above that.
Even if they are the Order of the Phoenix.
A/N: The last part was mainly to describe my feeling to the Order of the Phoenix. That and the fact that I noticed that my Harry seems to give into defeat…