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Sorry for the wait. I've had a lot of shit to sort through. This chapter is dedicated to everyone who was pissed at me for not writing. And my ex, I'm sorry. And B, who doesn't read this story anyway because it's not slash tear
Previously In Shade: In that last moment in the Room, the hearts of the two friends were willed with such love and care that the air whispered and smiled. The adrenaline pumping in their veins buzzed in their ears. Their mutual deep desire to save Harry in those last few seconds was so strong, the universe couldn't say no.
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Chapter 11
They Can't Take That Away From MeA tapping noise woke Harry from his stupor. Thoughts and memories came flooding back to him. The intense deluge was overwhelming and he staggered, causing him to gaze at his surroundings.
He slouched in a room shrouded in darkness. The air was chilled and still. He could hear faint whispers of movement somewhere deep within the depths of this hollow of a room. He strained to hear the secrets the darkness told.
"Master…"
"Hermione,"
"He's here. The boy."
"Yes?"
"What's happening, Wha–"
"Hush…"
"Excellent."
Silence
The scarred boy crinkled his brow at the icy breeze of a whisper he had just faintly caught.
"Now is the moment, now is the time, the only time. When the sorry history of those fools who believed shall end, shall vanish into smoke blown away by the wind."
He heard a wheezy sneer and the sound of a smirk.
"Why waist time? For you, my boy, there is no time."
Harry could feel a pair of eyes bore into him. The crzzzzt of a match lighting, and a flame was bourn and a lamp was lit, and the room was revealed.
"Celia," He snarled. She smirked. "God damn bloody fucking hell." the golden boy hissed. He looked almost sinister in the haunting light, pitch-dark hair shrouding his face. And his eyes narrowed into slits when he spotted the man with the icy voice. If you could call him a man, Harry growled in his fuzzy mind. He didn't notice the room's other two occupants. But Celia did.
"You!" she hissed, sounding eerily like the snakes her master cherished.
"Me?" a shaky voice replied. The sound seemed to be coming from a shock of orange hair.
"Him?" A head of bushy brown locks said in return.
"Eh?" Harry puzzled.
"Silence!" Voldemort scowled. "Now is not the opportunity for interruption. Someone has an appointment with the angel of death I'd hate for them to miss."
"Well, sorry to tell you, but the angel of death is on maternity leave!" Ron growled/shouted as her stumbled towards Voldemort, holding his wand "menacingly." Hermione winced noticeably at the Witty Banter.
Despite his current situation, Harry burst out guffawing. "Wha…. angel…. death…. maternity leave?" He stumbled, and finally just slumped to the floor and hid his head between his legs.
Hermione was grinning uncontrollably, Ron looked putout, Celia looked surly, and Voldemort just looked disturbed.
Voldemort came to his senses and began to reach for his wand, to receive what he had wanted for so long.
Hermione noticed, "Help me distract him," she hushed to Ron. Ron hesitated, Hermione racked her brain, and Ron took the plunge. Suddenly Hermione was pulled into a wildly passionate kiss.
Everyone immediately snapped out of his or her stupor/quiet plotting/huddled laughter.
Tongues tangled, lips bruised, hair stood on end, hands groped, and limbs went limp.
Harry took this opportunity to shout, "What's 23 times 3!"
Celia thought about it, while Voldemort continued to be repulsed by the PDA.
"Erm…. 69?" She finally answered.
By then, Harry had already expelliarmus-ed and placed her in a full body bind.
Hermione pulled away from Ron to transfigure a distracted Voldemort into a Deliciously Refreshing Coca-Cola Beverage. She was then pulled back.
Harry picked up the bottle of Voldie-Cola and guzzled it down until all of Voldemort was inside him. "Mmmm… Deliciously Refreshing…" Harry stated heartily.
Ron and Hermione broke apart and stared quizzically at Harry. Hermione smiled and began to brainstorm as to how they could get out of there. Ron flushed. And Harry sighed.
"I always knew he would be defeated by love and an international corporation." He declared dreamily.
The END… Or is it?
Sorry for the crappy ending. Do you want an epilogue? Tell me if you do. Well, sorry once again for being an unfaithful writer. And please review (and tell me if you want an epilogue, I'll write one ASAP if you do).
Love and fluff,
Laurel Kinglsey