Turns of Time

Chapter26

Life Source

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The pale-haired young man strode through the crowds of students, unaware that they were already pressing themselves against the wall, just to make way for the Slytherin.

Draco's expression was grim while he stared at the ball of red hot flame he cradled in his already burnt left hand. It was showing images of the corridor. His right hand was gripping his wand so tightly that sparks flew from its tip. The smell of burnt flesh was overpowering, but his expression betrayed no such pain.

Everybody was now speaking in harsh tones as Malfoy stood on the middle of the marble staircase in the Great Hall. He closed his left fist with a hissing sound and the fire died out. He walked over the banister and peered down. Placing both hand on the banister, he vaulted down and placed himself infront of the wall on the sides of the staircase, shouting to everyone to get off the stairs. Then aiming his wand, he fired four consecutive reductor curses all allong the wall.

Pandemonium escaped, students started screaming and fleeing. Draco watched as the wall turned to dust and evaporated half of the stairs. Then grabbing hold of a first years collar, he muttered. "Call for the Headmaster."

Inside was a narrow passage way sloping gently down. There was no light whatsover, except of a little lamp floating in the air.


"Harry, I..."

Ron gulped and stepped quietly into the room, carefully noting not to close the door behind him. Neville came down to the common room, twitchily saying that Harry was calling for him. He closed his eyes and mentally psyched himself up. Harry was his best friend, very much like a brother. Harry was a good guy, he would never do anything---gulp---harsh...He added weakly as he realized that Harry was once again holding the dagger, polishing it gently like a broomstick.

He had that kind of glazed look in his eyes, which never meant good. It was like he was drifting into another world.

There he is... the meddlesome fool. Kill him... we'll need his blood. Here's the vial.

Harry stared blankly at the dagger, unaware that Ron just gasped out loud as a vial slowly materialized out of thin air, followed buy a drop in temperature as the door shut close.

"But he's my best friend." said Harry, weakly. The whole room started to feel like a freezer. Ice cystals started forming.

"I said, do it." A disembodied voice filled the room, cracking the ice crystals that were starting to form. Harry seemed to snap out of his reverie and started choking,clawing it his neck. He dropped the dagger and was slowly being pulled upwards by his neck.

"Ro--on. G-ged 'elp! Save yourself."

"Now, now we can't have that... Can't you see? I'm trying to help you? You want Hermione to be yours right?"

Ron who was trying vainly to defrost the ice on the door, shouted back "He already has Hermione."

Harry who was now feets up in the air came crashing back down.

The cold air swirled omnimously as Ron helped his best fried up. He staggered up to the door, trying to open it. The voice cackled, Ron looked back and pressed himself to the door. Firing off random curses throughout the room. Harry slumped down to the floor weakened and drained, still choking.

"Ron, the dagger." he managed to gasp out.

Ron feverishly looked around for it and saw that it started to float. Wet footprints started to appear on the floor, a young man around sixteen materialized, laughing. He was dripping wet, and his skin was pale and and wrinkly. But most frightening of all was its eyes... It was the same ones that kept Harry awake all night.

It was dull and lifeless, sinking back to its sockets. The cornea was completely gone. What used to be the pupils were depthless hole.

He was holding the dagger on one hand.

"I'm trying to help your friend here...I'm Nathaniel, by the way..." it adressed Ron.

"Get it. Dagger" Harry rasped out, rubbing his throat.

"Hold on there, mate." Ron replied. Nathaniel gave another laugh. "Oh how touching." It barked out. "You know I had that kind of friendship once... with my brother Zachary...but alas... I had to kill him."

"Accio." Ron blurted. The dagger zoomed, in a deathly speed, its way toward the gangly youth. Ron's eyes widened as it soared past his outstretched hand and ended straight to his heart. Blood spilled out of his mouth as his body started to convulse.

"NOOO!" Harry bellowed scrambling to stop the flow of blood, but Ron slumped to the floor, dead.

Tears started flowing, turning to ice crystals on his cheeks. Nathaniel watched, his own bloody tears fowing out. Zachary who was watching all this unfold, sunk back to the shadows, dying for the second time.


Firing another reductor curse. The old wooden door turned to dust in an instant. A warm blue mist greeted him.

There, save her...

It pushed him slowly to the darkest spot. Pointing his wand directly infront of him, he advanced forward. But abruptly dropped his wand when he caught sight of the figure lying prone-like on the dirt floor.

The wand rolled silently on the floor as Draco made a mad dash towards Hermione. Strips of her clothing were scattered on the floor. His fingers, twitching, reached out to touch her hair, "Hermione?" He said softly.

Her eyes were half open, but he couldn't see nothing but white. Her skin was so pale. He reached over and squeezed her hand, it was freezing, his finger scrambled to her wrist, looking for a sign of life. Finding none, he tearily reached for his wand and placed it across her wrist.

"Pulsate."

His wand started trembling and a faint red light blinked weakly from it.

Taking off his cloak, he straightened her body and wrapped her in it, then he performed a heating charm on her.

Cuts and bruises were all over her body and her thighs were caked in dried blood. "I'm so sorry." he whispered to her ear. "I'm so slow..."

His tears dropped on her skin, rolling down her cheeks. Creating a wet streak on her face.

What can I do? He thought, helplessly. He knew nothing about healing. He was now cradling her, rubbing his hand against his cloak, trying to warm her up.

He looked around the mist hovered miserably above them. Looking back at Hermione, he knew what to do, he readied himself for his sacrifice.


McGonagall watched anxiously as Dumbledore nodded curtly at her and walked down the dark corridor. His robes swishing behind him. Seconds later the Headmaster reappeared walking backwards. He stepped out of the hole and a second later, Draco appeared holding the Head Girl in his arms. He stared at the people infront of him. Swaying slightly, before blood started trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

McGonagall and Snape started forward. But Dumbledore raised his hand, preventing them to move any further. "No one touch him. It will drain him even more." Draco, still swaying trudged up the marble stairs.

A long procession followed them up to the Hospital wing. As Draco entered, Snape held the door open, Madam Pomfrey hurried forward shrieking, "What in the name of of Merlin happened?"

The moment she reached out to touch Hermione, she pulled back gasping. Her face was turning beet red. Draco fell on his left knee and coughed out copious amounts of blood. His chest heaved in and out as he staggered to get up, as he walked to the nearest bed, as he lowered Hermione gently. He grabbed the covers and tucked her in gently, all that time holding her hand. He was growing weaker by the second. He had another coughing fit and blood trickled to the floor. He winced in pain.

"Let go of her, son." Dumbledore said gently. He was now standing a feet behind the Head Boy.

Draco shook his head as he stared intently at Hermione, brushing back her hair. He stared silently as Hermione's finger moved an inch and her eyes opened and closed shut.

A small smile escaped his lips. As if waiting for those signs, he let go of her and and leaned in to her ear.

"I love you." He whispered weakly.

Draco straightened up, staring at the people waiting for him.

Coughing once again, he drenched his hand with blood. People started shouting as his vision blurred. Then he slumped, unconcious to the floor.


Nathaniel raised his hand and the dagger extracted itself from Ron's chest cavity and soared gently to his hand. There it lay floating a few centimeters from his palm.

Harry sat beside the corpse. Staring lifelessly into space, tears trickled down his eyes continously.

"Ante."

A swirling vortex appeared out of nowhere. A beam of light shot staright from it to Ron's body.

"Presente." Another beam of light shot from the vortex.

"Futuro."

The last beam of light appeared. Ron's body started to shimmer and started dematerilizing. Harry stared helpless at the proceedings. He teared his eyes away from the scene. He slumped his head back against the icy door and bit his lips as he closed his eyes.

Ron's bed started disappearing too. Along with his things. He was being erased from everyone's memories.

Back in the burrow, Molly Weasely let out a heart wrenching sob although she didn't know why.

Ron's face started to disappear from the clock.

A ripple went through the air. Erasing their memories about the red head.

Back at the Hospital wing, Dumbledore felt it go through him. Back in his office the pensieve started glowing as thin strands started to raise from it but the cabinet door closed itself quickly.


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