Harry Potter and the Sixth Book Undone

Chapter Fourteen

"Harry, that's brilliant! I'm surprised that Hermione hasn't thought of it. Ow! You didn't have to hit me Hermione." Ron sat rubbing his now slightly pink shoulder.

"Well, it just sort of came to me, the hat, makes perfect sense. It knows things. It can see into anyones mind that has ever worn it. How else would it have known to give me Godric Gryffindor's sword in second year? It has a lasting mind connection with all that have tried it on." Harry looked at Hermione. She looked rather puzzled about something.

"Why didn't Dumbledore ever think of using the hat?" Hermione voiced.

"Dumbledore should swarm in here and hit you, just like you did to me." Ron gave a great fake sniff and pretended to cry his heart out, whilst leaning on Harry's shoulder .

"Get a grip Ron, and get off Harry, we have work to do. We have to figure out why the sorting hat won't speak." Ron raised up at he mention of working.

"Work?No. You just want me to get off Harry." Ron gave what he thought was a feminine shriek . "You don't want me to have a boyfriend do you?"

"You can have all the boyfriend's you want Ron; just not mine." Ron looked horrified at the thought that she might possibly believe what he had just said.

" God! I didn't mean any of that Hermione. I really, really,really like girls. You have no idea how much I like them." He said with a far off dreamy stare.

" You are just creepy, you know that Ron?"Harry said as he managed to push Ron off the side of the bed they were all sitting on. Something slipped out of Ron's pocket. He made a mad dash to grab it before anyone saw it. Too late. Harry picked it up and smirked at Ron's red face. "What's this?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Honestly!" Hermione leaned over towards Harry so that she could see what was so important. Important enough to make Ron go a bright shade of pink.

"Nothing huh? It looks like a picture to me. A picture of a very beautiful girl. Who is she Ron?"

He went scarlet red now. "It's Gaby." he mumbled under his breath.

"Sorry? Didn't quite catch that?" Hermione giggled

"Gabriella Delacour ." He said softly taking the photo out of Harry's hand and placing it back in his pocket. "Don't we have a job to do? We need to Defeat V-Vol-Voldermort. Let's get studying and get this bloody hat talking." His voice recovering a bit. Harry and Hermione gaped at him for a few seconds.

"What? I said his name alright."

"It's not that, it's... you said you wanted to study rather than talk about a girl." Harry laughed. " Isn't Gabriella twelve?"

"No, she's older than that. The first time we saw her we thought she was eight, she was just small for her age. She was twelve when we met her."

" We'll have to come back to this topic later guys. We have to really get this hat talking. Lives depend on it. Harry ;try putting it on and asking it questions."

Harry picked up the hat and shoved it down on his head. He thought very hard about what he wanted to ask it. What is Voldermort up to?Nothing happened. He tried again. What are Voldermort's plans?Still no response. Wait, I know. What is in Toms head? Harry gave a violent jerk. Hermione and Ron grabbed hold of Harry's wrists as he felt like his skin was being pulled off. He heard Ron and Hermione scream from a similar pulling sensation. It felt like being pulled by a portkey, only more painful. Suddenly their feet hit solid ground. They slowly got to their feet painfully.

"Where are we?"

"The question is, not where are we. The question is, when are we?" Harry stated. "This is someones memory."

"How can you tell?"

"Everything is in black and white, except us. Ronald."

"Well, to my defense, It is dark out here." Ron snapped.

"We're not the only one's in color, Hermione. Look." pointed out Harry.

A small boy was climbing out of a boat that had just floated up to the shore of a dark lake. He made his way with other colorless children towards a bright light that was being held up by a middle aged man. "First years, this way."

They realized that they were at Hogwarts. They also realized who the small boy was. It was none other than mini Voldermort. Though he didn't look anything like the monster that they had come to loath. Scratch that. Little Tom had just slammed into a little girl and she fell over. He bent over near her.

"Do you need help up?" She reached for his hand, but a bigger boy pushed Tom down in a mud puddle. "What was that for, you moron?" The girl cried at the bigger boy. " He was trying to help me up."

"No he wasn't, he was going to hurt you. He has a snake up his sleeve. It's wrapped around his wrist."

Tom said something in Parsletongue to the snake and moved away from the children.

"Harry what did he say to that little snake?"

"He said... 'Don't worry Nagini, he will die for ruining your fun."

" That little sliver of a snake was Nagini?"

"Yeah, and I think that little girl was Professor McGonagall." Harry said.

"How do figure that?" Hermione asked.

" She went to school with Voldermort. Plus I recognized that scowl. Me and Ron have seen it many times before."

" Too right we have mate." piped in Ron.

A thick fog rolled in and then back out as quickly as it came. This time the three were in a small dank room. A grown Voldermort was standing over a man strapped to a black straight backed chair. Voldermort had a knife pressed into the face of the captive and laughed darkly as the man let out a strangled moan.

"For Merlin's shake! I don't know they are! I looked Master, the Potters have vanished without a trace. Please, I'll keep looking! I'll keep looking!"

"It's too late for you Regulus. You have failed me one too many times. I'm going to peel your flesh off strip by strip." Voldermort made good on this promise. He slowly made his incision and tore away strips of flesh while Regulus screamed for mercy. Mercy pleas fell on deaf ears. Harry couldn't take his eyes off Regulus' eyes. Hermione had buried her head into Harry's side and was weeping terribly. Ron was on all fours vomiting. As Voldermort made his way toward the heart Harry reached up and yanked the sorting hat off his head, trying to stifle the sickness he felt from watching too long. Watching his late godfathers brother dying. Harry retched over the side off the bed and passed out. The last thing on Harry's mind was where he landed. But he knew he would hurt when he woke up. Hermione and Ron passed out also. Poor Neville was the one that discovered the teens and levitated them all to the hospital wing. He stayed by their side. He knew he would never he might not get another chance like this. His friends were always helping him, now he would help them. He made a vow that day. He wouldn't leave their side until his dying day. Little did he know what was to come. For all of them.

A/n: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. Things are bad right now. I'm trying to cope with a terrible thing that' s happened. I will try to post more often. Review, your words comfort the weary of heart.

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