Author's Note: Well, chapter six. Hopefully you guys think it's turning out better, too? I don't think I've actually gotten any reviews yet.
I finally saw the new movie last night. Fred + George are the best ever (I like their hair better long), and Cedric looks like my friend Steve (except Steve has better hair, lol). I don't like the new Dumbledore. He's not calm enough. Voldemort was good, though (except for that split second where he kinda looked like the werewolf from movie three), as were the merpeople and the Apparating.
Themesong I used to write this chapter:
'push me under
pull me further
take me all the way,
take me all the way...'
A song by 3 days grace, which my friends and I call 'that one song'
No, this doesn't have anything to do with anything.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter still not mine. The ritual is mine, though, as is the Looping Charm. Still. Dolohov's daughter and her dungeon are mine, too.
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I watched Hermione take a deep breath, holding the knife firmly in her right hand. Quickly, cleanly, she made a precise, shallow cut across her left palm. She hissed through clenched teeth as crimson welled up. She flexed her palm a little, then smeared her blood on the mirror, whispering, "My blood for the Sight."
With that, she handed me the knife and rested her hands palm-up on her knees. The spell specifically stated not to heal the wound before the ritual was completed.
I hesitated a moment, with the knife blade pressed to my skin, but then plunged ahead. I figured that if Hermione could do it, then I could, too.
The silver burned. A small "ah!" escaped before I clamped my mouth shut. Hermione gave a snort.
It was a 'men are such babies' type of snort.
I ignored it, and did my best to ignore the pain as well. Copying Hermione, I smudged my own blood over the mirror, mixing it with hers and spreading it over the entire glass, like she'd instructed earlier. "My blood for the Sight." I repeated. The mirror glowed, then seemed to absorb the blood, leaving it slightly clouded.
I sat back, the burning in my palm beginning to fade. Whoever created this spell must have been a sadist. "Now what?" I asked quietly, unsure. I eyed the mirror, which was still glowing faintly.
"Now, we say the incantation and concentrate on Harry as hard as possible. Grab a corner of the cloak." she explained, picking up the mirror, loosely holding her wand in her still-bloody hand. I pick up my own wand and take a fold of the cloak as instructed.
"On three."
"Right."
"One. Two. Three."
"Cruentus conspicio!" Surprisingly enough, we cast exactly together. That had to be a good sign.
It turned out that our wands were unnecessary. They didn't react at all, though the mirror glowed briefly as the cloud within the glass began to shift, almost reminding me of a crystal ball, though much Darker in nature. I'm sure they don't create crystal balls with human blood. I quickly wrenched my thoughts back to Harry, not wanting to throw the spell off now.
A flickering light appeared off to the side of the mirror as we watched in silence. As we watched, it bobbed closer, carried by a tall shadow, which was followed by an even taller shadow. A distant-sounding groan echoed from the mirror, and the vision temporarily blacked out. It was back in a moment, however, and the two shapes with the torch were standing directly in front of the mirror.
"Pathetic," the tall shadow hissed. The torch flickered, and I could see that it belonged to a man with corpse-pale skin and a flat nose. I had never seen it before, but I knew who it had to be--
"Voldemort." Hermione breathed, sounding angry.
"Shoulda known," I added, still watching curiously as the first form placed the torch in an old-fashioned bracket on the wall, illuminating a little more of what I realized had to be a cell. The figure who had been holding the torch took a step back, and the light fell on a feminine form, dressed in red, and attached to a sneering face. It was long, and rather familiar. I knew her face from somewhere.
"You killed my father, Potter. Now I'm going to have to hurt you. My master, the Dark Lord, has given me permission to torture you before he finishes you off." she nearly crowed, her voice low and hoarse. I finally realized where we had to be seeing all of this from. We were seeing it from Harry's point of view.
"No, I didn't--" We heard Harry's voice for the first time, sounding obstinate but pained.
"Oh, yes you did, Potter. That night in the Ministry, Antonin Dolohov. Ring any bells?" Her face had contorted into a very cruel look indeed.
"I didn't kill him--"
"You may as well have! Black killed him before he died! For you, Harry Potter!" She was screaming now, her wand out and pointed directly at Harry's face. Behind her, Voldemort wore a cruel smile. "Crucio!"
Screams echoed from around Harry's cell, and the vision blacked out, though the screaming didn't.
"Finite." Hermione murmured quietly, and the clouds closed over the mirror again, cutting off the sound of Harry's screams. I looked over at her. Angry tears were pouring down her face. She pushed the Invisibility Cloak off of our laps and sat the mirror on top of it, trembling a little.
Without a word, she healed her palm, then grabbed mine and healed it, as well. It left a raised white scar.
"What are we going to do?" I asked uncertainly as we got to our feet.
"I'm going to open the circle. I've already sealed the mirror." she choked out, picking up her wand again and beginning the opening. I watched her in silence.
"I dismiss the West, the Water has served my purpose. I open the Circle." she finished. The circle flashed and disappeared, leaving the room very dark. Almost immediately, Hermione lit her wand, and after a moment, I did the same.
"I meant, what are we going to do about Harry? Some crazy bitch of a Death Eater's got him locked in her basement, with Voldemort standing by to kill him when she's had her revenge!" I immediately felt bad for shouting at her. And I hated how hysterical I sounded. To tell the truth, though, the only way I could even stay coherent was to repeat what we both already knew.
"I don't know." Hermione whispered, looking lost in the faint wandlight. "I don't know."
I'm not sure how it happened, but before I knew it, I was holding her shaking form against me. I'd imagined it a million times, wanted to do a million things, but in my mind, she'd never been sobbing.
And that changed everything.
So I held her tightly, and let her cry.
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The reason the spell doesn't complete itself until after Ron repeats is because they're underage, and their blood isn't quite potent enough for the spell. It needs a boost, so BOTH of them give the blood, making it twice as potent and easily strong enough for the spell. Then, because they both gave blood, both of them need to say the incantation to make it work properly.
