Voldemort" Strongest Weakness
Viopathartic
A/N: Hello again my dearest! It is me, Le (ha it rhymes)
Yes, this is chapter ten of my lovely fanfic.
Just to tell you my day, I found a wonderful surprise when I logged on to mugglenet. If any of you are daily readers, you know what I'm talking about. They have released an actual photo of the Dumbledore's Army from the fifth movie of Harry Potter franchise, so check that out if you want. It's pretty awesome…and that's it. Any questions and comments, stick it into the review.
Thanks a bunch to my fanfic friend Margaret or you all know her as QuidditchGirl30
Ooh and via AIM, she inspired a quote. "In the end, harmony will come at last." and now I can't stop saying it to everyone. At school, at dance, at home. Yep, they all think I as loony as Luna Lovegood (if they do know who she is). But oh well, you love me anyways. I'm having a really good day so far, as you can tell.
Harry saw red when he woke up.
Fawkes perched on the coffee table besides the bed, staring at the teenager through his black eyes.
"Fawkes?"
The magnificent bird blinked in reply. Harry smiled and reached out a hand. Fawkes stepped closer and allowed a hand to run from the top of his head to his golden tail feathers. It had been some time since he had contact with any human. Now this boy was his master.
Harry always loved Fawkes. After all he owed his life to this bird. He had stopped the poisoning in the Chamber of Secrets and he blocked the Killing curse back in the Department of Mysteries. Fawkes had saved Dumbledore. But he couldn't have done anything to stop Dumbledore's current death.
"Maybe this will be a good day after all. You're here, the wedding is today…nothing bad will happen, right?" asked Harry. He stroked the red feathers. "No one will get hurt, right?"
Harry knew it was stupid to ask a bird. But the dream had been so real…
Harry had his wife, Hermione Potter, in his arms. She looked stunning in her white gown and her smile said how she felt. The song "Quando" by Michael Buble played in the background. Everything was so peaceful and just what Harry wanted.
"I love you Hermione." Harry whispered as he looked down at the love of his life.
She stood on the tip of her toes and planted a small kiss on his lips.
"Love you too, Potter." They laughed together and feeling brave all of the sudden, Harry took a hold of her hand and spun her out.
"Smooth moves, my love," laughed Hermione as she spun back into his arms. Her arms encircled his neck and she rested her head on his chest. Harry held her by the waist as they swayed to the music.
Then it happened. The music stopped and sounds of torturous screaming replaced it. Hermione was released from Harry's grasp and morphed into Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry's heart broke but instead of sadness, anger filled his heart. He had his wand on one hand and the sword in another.
"Aww…little Potty is angry with me," cooed Lestrange. Malfoy appeared behind her, gripping Hermione by the arm.
"No! Let her go!" yelled Harry. His fist clenched reflectively as he pointed his wand at Malfoy. But he couldn't take a shot; it would hit Hermione. All thought was lost when Bellatrix cast a killing curse at her.
"Avada Kedavra!" Hermione crumpled to the floor. Severus Snape apparated besides the body, looking at it with amusement.
"Aw she's dead. Want to take a shot at her, Draco?" Malfoy smirked evilly and approached her body.
Harry was far away. He began to run as fast as he could but the distance kept on increasing. He'll never get to her. He'll never save her. He'll never love her again.
No. No. No. NO!
And then, Harry woke up, clutching his scar.
Fawkes just looked at him blankly. Harry sighed. It was just a silly nightmare. It wasn't true…but his scar hurt. The only time it did was when Voldemort had something planned. And today was the perfect opportunity to foil happiness. Bill and Fleur's wedding was to be taken place in the afternoon. Now it was a little before noon.
Sighing again, Harry pulled back the covers and swung his legs to the edge of his bed. He looked around; Ron's bed was empty, a sign that he was already up. What about Hermione? With his mind made up, Harry made his way down the hallway to the girl's room with Fawkes perched on his shoulder. The door was slightly ajar when he arrived.
Hermione lay in a curled position, her blanket barely covering her body. Harry smiled and entered. She slept on her right side and looked so peaceful that he never wanted to wake her up. Harry kneeled in front of her, unconsciously stroking her cheek. Hermione let out a small sound and turned her head. Her eyes opened slowly. Harry withdrew his hand. "Morning, 'Mione."
"Good morning," she yawned. Her arms spread wide as she arched her back. Then her eyes widened.
"The wedding! It's today!" she shrieked. She looked back at Harry as if to confirm.
Harry nodded, his eyes filled with amusement. She didn't even notice Fawkes. Hermione was fully awake now and had already gone into worry mode. She paced the room, grabbing all the needed accessories.
"…at least 3 hours to get ready, dress, do my hair—oh my hair! Why did Mum have to give me the bushy trait, why not the sleek brownish hair that Aunt Martha has…have to talk to her about that. Where did I put my Sleekeazy's Hair Potion…do I have any left? If not then I won't know what I'll do. Merlin and then I will have to-,"
"Breathe, Hermione." said Harry loudly as he approached behind her. Hermione whirled around.
"Breathe? I am breathing, how will I be talking? I am the Maid of Honor and I'm not even prepared. The wedding of Bill and Fleur is today. TODAY! A perfect day for me to wake up late by the way. And now, we're standing her in our nightclothes with you telling me to breathe. Harry, you are so-," she caught sight of Fawkes on his shoulder. Her expression was nearly comical to Harry as she kept on glancing back and forth. Harry waited for the questions.
"When did-,"
"I woke up and found him staring at me."
"Why is-,"
"Dumbledore gave him to me in his will. I forgot to tell you."
"Oh. Okay." A moment of silence past between them until Harry burst out laughing. Hermione harbored a bemused expression.
"I'm sorry but the look you had…"
"Hardy har-har, Potter. Now why are you in my room?"
Harry sobered up immediately, images and emotions from his dream came back into mind.
"I had a nightmare." Harry mumbled, letting Fawkes down. Hermione's bushy eyebrow scrunched up.
"About Bill's wedding?"
"A wedding, yes but not Bill's."
"Who's?"
Harry blushed, not wanting to reveal who he wanted to marry.
"Mine." Hermione raised an eyebrow at this. Knowing what the next question was, Harry moved on to discuss the details of his dreams. He told her about Bellatrix, Malfoy, and Snape being there and some one getting killed. Hermione seemed to be analyzing everything.
"Well we know it can't be your wedding…"
"Why can't it be mine?" asked Harry with sudden anger.
"No, Harry! It's just-,"
"That you think I won't live to see my wedding?"
"That was not what I meant!"
"That I won't live to fall in love?" yelled Harry, ignoring her protests. He didn't know why but he was growing angry as he said everything. That idea of him not living to fall in love, to not marry at the person he desires killed him. Harry didn't want that. And deep down, he was also scared that it might be true.
"No!" Hermione screamed, her eyes filling with tears. Harry realized he made her cry and all of his fierceness dispersed. Crookshank hissed at Harry from his spot on the bed. Harry awkwardly placed at a hand on his friend's shoulder, whispering an apology. Hermione gave a small sniff and backed away. She looked up at him with sad eyes.
"I didn't mean anything like that. It's just you never had a dream involving the future, only the present. So maybe…possibly it could mean something horrible will happen today at the wedding."
"But it won't happen. None of my dreams except the Department of Mystery was true. The one with Sirius wasn't."
"We don't know, Harry. We never will until it does happen," Hermione shook her head and wiped her eyes. "That was a little dramatic."
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to get mad at you," Harry said to his feet. "Guess I have to keep my anger in check." Hermione gave him a smile.
"We'll work on that soon enough. Now get out," Harry grinned, knowing she had forgiven him. He called Fawkes back and went to his room.
After Harry showered, he went downstairs in time to greet the Weasleys. Their looks were not what they expected. Instead of overwhelming happiness, Mrs. Weasley cleaned up the breakfast plates without so much of a glance at him. Mr. Weasley nodded an acknowledgement and the rest did so too. Ron, however, got up from his seat, gripping the newspaper.
"What's wrong-,"
WHAM! Ron's fist collided with the side of Harry's face, knocking him back to the stairs. George and Fred hurriedly grabbed their little brother's arms from another fist attack. Instead of feeling pain, Harry just felt downright shocked. What the hell was that about? He asked Ron the same thing.
"What is this about? Bastard, you know what this is about!" growled Ron. He flung the newspaper. Slowly, still confused Harry looked at the Daily Prophet. It said it all.
Love for the "Chosen One"?
By Erin Shrupen, editor of The Daily Prophet
According to several witness, Harry Potter (The Boy-Who-Lived) has been sighted with muggleborn witch, Hermione Granger, in ways that suggest relationship beyond friendship (see picture below).
Back in their fourth year, the two lovebirds denied any accusation of more than platonic love for each other. But have their feelings changed since then? Many people speculate they have been trying to keep their undying love on the down low in fear that You-Know-Who might find out, putting them in danger.
But now, since his world has fallen apart, maybe love is just what Harry Potter needs. Just last term, his beloved mentor and "friend" was killed by his so-called professor, Severus Snape, a former Death eater. People have said that Potter was deeply affected by this and Hermione Granger was the only one who could talk to him.
Another theory of why this relationship was kept hidden was for the sake of their mutual friend, Ronald Weasley, son of Arthur Weasley of the Ministry of magic. Fellow classmates state Ron has harbored feelings for Hermione Granger and since their relationship did not want to be jeopardized, Ron was kept out of the loop.
Will he except his two best friend's new relationship or not?
( Continued on page 14.)
Harry's eyes strayed to the picture of Harry and Hermione at Diagon Alley yesterday. Even though he knew what happened next, the picture clearly depicted another romantic aspect. The goofy smile, hands intertwined…it said it all. He reluctantly looked back up to Ron who waited for an explanation. When Harry didn't say anything, Ron took the wrong way.
"How could you Harry! You knew I loved Hermione. You knew and you went and stole her away from me! That's low, mate. I can't believe that you did it!" Ron yelled, trying to fend off his brother's arms. The only time Harry had seen him this angry was only for Malfoy. Will he hate me like he hated Malfoy? Will we ever be friends again if I told him the truth? That I was in love with his crush and our best friend?
"Ron, I-,"
"How is there an explanation? What can you possibly say to convince me otherwise?" spat Ron, tears of anger streaming down his face.
Potter, tell him the truth.
No! He'll hate me.
At least he'll know the truth.
What's the good of the truth? Hermione might not even like me.
She might not even like Ron.
Tell him. Tell him.
No.
"It's part of my plan." The words came out of his mouth without much thought. He realized this was exactly what Ginny had said yesterday. But he saw it was working; Ron stopped thrashing and was only looking at him with loathing.
"What?"
Harry got up slowly, his mind working for excuses.
"I knew you were in love with Hermione, but you never admitted it. You never said anything to me about, never talked to me about your feelings. You were jealous of Krum back in fourth year not because you thought she was helping him but because he asked her to the ball before you did. I thought you were stupid. It didn't seem like you were going to do anything. So I came up with a plan." Harry paused, watching Ron's face turn into confusion.
"You only take action if you had something to compete with. I pretended to be your competition, taking interest in Hermione so that you would see the truth. I was only trying to help you." Harry said softly, his mind arguing with his words. Ron was released from restraint and he just stood there. Harry waited for his reaction, hoping that his words were convincing.
"She's upstairs if you want to talk to her."
Ron seemed to believe him and walked to the stairs. Harry stopped him and told him not to mention any of this to Hermione. He merely continued on his way.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Harry turned back to the twins and asked for the shiner remover. Telling everyone he needed some fresh air, Harry made his way out to the garden. Once alone, his head was in his hands and he tried not to scream in anguish.
Harry dressed quickly in order to avoid another encounter with Ron. There was a lot of commotion the Burrow since it was the eldest son who was getting married today. The best men were told to wait for instructions outside by the podium. Bill continuously fixed his tie or retied his shoe laces or straightened his tuxedo. All signs of before marriage nervousness. Harry smiled reassuringly at him when Bill asked if his hair was okay. Charlie was speaking to a very attractive brunette as Ron chatted with Neville.
A small quartet was setup behind the podium and once the first note was played, everyone attending the ceremony sat down and the best men were instructed to stand near the back. Bill stood up in the front, his expression very serious. The celebrant stepped onto the podium. Harry expected this was going to be similar to a muggle wedding. The back doors of the Burrow opened and there appeared the bridesmaids.
Ginny was first, dressed in an elegant purple silk strapless dress, and took Charlie's offered hand. They proceeded down the aisle in beat with the accompanied music. Gabrielle, a very grown Gabrielle compared to the one Harry rescued when he was fourteen, came after, curtsying before looping her arm with Ron. And then, a breathtaking Hermione appeared forth. Her hair was delicately arranged in curls, falling onto her bare shoulders. Harry noticed make-up was applied but it hardly changed the outlook; Hermione was always beautiful before. Her dress hugged her figure perfectly, revealing just the amount of skin. An unfamiliar diamond necklace rested against her dress. Harry almost forgot to offer a hand; he was so taken by her beauty
As they walked down the aisle, Hermione never glanced at Harry but wore a sad, almost somber expression. Harry wondered what happened.
"…I, Bill Weasley, take you, Fleur Delacour, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part," promised Bill, a hand holding his soon-to-be wife and in the other a ring.
" I, Fleur Delacour, take you, Bill Weasley, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." cried Fleur as her husband slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. The priest said the traditional kiss the bride statement and soon enough, Bill's lips met Fleur's in a passionate kiss.
Fireworks went off behind the podium, coming from an area in the woods. Harry saw George and Fred smirking at each other, realizing they were the culprits. Mrs. Weasley was crying hysterically with a sheepish Mr. Weasley patting her arms. Across from him, Hermione stood smiling and exchanging triumphant looks with Ginny. She caught his gaze and suddenly went still. Harry's smile disappeared gradually.
The chairs that were set up in for the guests disappeared by magic and were replaced with dinner tables. The lights that hung around the yard faded and a slow, waltz started to play. Wizards and witches began chatting amongst each other; children were released from their parent's grasp and ran freely. Bulky and emotionless men (Aurors, Harry presumed) stood at every exit, keeping watchful eyes on everyone. They were probably friends from the Ministry.
Harry turned around to see Ron dancing with Hermione. His heart dropped at the sight. He couldn't believe it. Why not? They've fancied each other for years.
But Hermione said she didn't like him like that anymore.
She could've changed her mind.
It's only a dance.
Making up his mind, Harry made his way over to the couple and tapped Ron on the shoulder. His friend turned and his face flashed with anger than it was gone, replaced with a bit regret.
"Can I dance with Hermione?" asked Harry then quickly added when he saw Ron hesitate, "Just for a little while. I need to talk to her," Ron cast an unsure look over to his partner then nodded. As he left, Harry faced Hermione who was looking everywhere except at him.
"Hermione? W-would you like this dance?"
"Isn't that why you asked Ron?" she snapped.
Harry gazed at her in confusion and hurt. "What's wrong?"
Her face hardened. "Let's just get this over with." What the hell is wrong with her? She let Harry took her hand and they began to sway in place. The song Quando Quando Quando blasted from the stereos that Mr. Weasley had set up.
Harry, who was currently looking down so he would see where his feet were, was surprised by a soft voice. He looked up; realizing Hermione had spoken his name.
"Yes?"
"Ron told me." A shiver ran through his spine; they stopped dancing.
"Huh?" Harry asked, but he knew what Hermione had meant.
"Your so-called plan. You," Her voice wavered, "pretended you actually liked me so that you can motivate Ron into asking me out." She shook her head, laughing bitterly.
"I actually thought that I was considered your best friend again. Like back in first year and second. But now, we both know you'd do anything for Ron Weasley, your best friend. Including hurting me so you could make him happy."
She didn't know. She didn't know the real reason was that Harry Potter was in love with Hermione Granger. By coincidence, his other best friend was in love with her too. He didn't want to lose his best mate. He needed them. He needed both of them.
"I don't know what to do anymore. I've-I've tried to be a good friend. To stop nagging you for a while like Ginny said-"
"Forget what she said! I need you!" said Harry loudly. Hermione looked at him for a second, her eyes tearing. People in their area looked over curiously.
"For research?" she asked quietly.
"For me. You're my support. My best friend." He would be dead without her. He wouldn't have a reason to fight for love or anything.
"Hermione…back at Diagon Alley…did you think I lied? I didn't. Everything I said, I meant it. You are a great friend. You actually care for me and you saved my life numerous times. Merlin, I can't even say how much you mean to me! You're a part of me, 'Mione. Always will be and nothing can stop that." He held both of her hands. Hermione threw her arms around him, sobbing on his shoulder. Harry stroked her back for comfort, never imagining of ever letting her go.
Obviously fate didn't attend for that to happen when all the lights exploded. A green beam flew past Harry.
She was dead.
Harry screamed when she fell to the floor, not believing that death reached her before he could've saved her.
"NOOOO!" he yelled, blindly turning a table over. A bulky Deatheater, the shooter of the curse, cackled in sadistic enjoyment. Harry pulled out his wand, aiming for his heart when a hand covered his grip.
"No, Harry," Lupin said with urgency. "Get inside. NOW!"
"NO! HE KILLED HER!"
"Let the Aurors handle this. They are trained to fight off them! GO NOW!" Harry stared at him for a minute before apparating into the Burrow.
A sense of dread and anger came over Harry when he finally landed into the kitchen. He collapsed onto the floor, not believing another one was dead. A person he knew…now gone.
"Harry?" asked a tentative voice. Recognizing the voice, it was his turn to break down. Arms wrapped around him in which he accepted.
"I can't believe she's dead."
"It's not your fault."
"Yes it is! I was there, Hermione! Gabrielle is dead. A little girl is dead because I was there!"
Hermione unwrapped her arms, bringing Harry to eye level. "Stop that! No one could've stopped her death! No one!"
Harry shook his head, not believing her.
"What's going on now?"
"The Order and the Aurors are fighting against them. Remus had set an anti-apparition ward and lock down charm around the house after you apparated in. All of the children and our friends are inside."
"We shouldn't be. I shouldn't be. I'm in the Order! I made the vow to fight against him and those assholes. Why are we inside?"
"We aren't trained yet. We can't-"
"No! I will!" Harry jumped up, making Hermione fall back. He cast an angry glance at her and exited the kitchen. He went into the living room where a few of the younger Weasley relatives and Fleur's family were stationed. Fleur was bawling in the corner with only her mother trying to sooth her. Ron sat, clearly in shock of seeing a person get "snuffed", in front of the fire. That sight made him even more vengeful. What he does…he destroys lives. It can't continue.
Harry summoned his Gryffindor sword.
"Harry, no!" shouted Hermione, running towards him. He gazed at her with an expression of guiltiness. Without a sound, he turned.
Once outside in the chaos, Harry realized that he had just apaparated out of an anti-apparation ward. Shaking it off, he brandished his sword. What had once been a peaceful, beautiful wedding had turned into a bloody massacre. Not even taking five steps, Harry came up with a body. It was one of theirs. He looked down at the ugly, distorted face and its blank recondite eyes before sputtering a wad of saliva onto his face.
Harry jumped over the body and rushed over to an Auror fending off two Death Eaters. "Mr. Potter!" The government official managed to get out. Harry pretended he didn't notice and fired a stunning charm at one of the death eaters. It worked; the female Death Eater collapsed. He took another shot but the vain attempt was parried.
Murder them. Kill them. Harry shook off the thought and dodged an unknown curse from his opponent. The Auror he was assisting sent a binding spell followed by a stunning charm. Once the two Death eaters were apparated to the Ministry, they ran for cover.
"What are you doing out in the battle, boy?" asked Henry Filler as they crouched behind a refreshment table.
"I'm part of the Order," retorted Harry. Harry stood up to aim a spell only to be pulled down again.
"So I've heard. Just yesterday. You aren't experienced enough."
"Hey! I've experienced a lot more then any other teenagers and probably most Aurors. I can handle it."
"I'm sorry but I don't agree."
"Fuck, if you agree," Harry bolted from his hiding place out into the battle. The man yelled after him but he kept running.
A Death Eater was on the ground, clutching his leg on pain. Or what was left of his leg. It was probably blown off by a Reductor curse. The muscle tissue of the leg broke off at his knee. It looked like it hurt. Good.
"Hey Nott. What's up?" Harry sat himself on the ground, discreetly grabbing the rival's wand. Theodore Nott, a weedy looking Slytherin, looked up in surprise. Harry Potter, the person his master despised, was asking "What's up?" What's up, indeed. The boy automatically fingered his missing wand. He glimpsed at Harry in fear.
Kill him.
A bit amused, Harry held out Nott's wand in front of him. "You know, I'm deciding whether or not to give you your wand so we could fight one-on-one…or to kill you on the spot."
Supposedly, Nott's courage managed to come back and he smirked.
"You are too much of a coward of kill me." He suddenly found himself with the point of a sword under his chin.
Destroy him.
"Oh but on the contrary. You're the coward, for joining Voldemort and his cronies, for joining the coward's side. And believe me; I could slice your head off right now. I have the weapon, don't I?" Harry let out a bitter laugh. Do it. His mind swirled with options, making up subconscious decisions.
"Bye Bye, Nott." Harry raised his sword, holding the hilt with both hands and brought it down. Just a millimeter before it took contact, the sword was blasted from his grip. Harry turned around, bewildered. Lupin and Tonk stood with their wands up.
"What the fuck are you doing?" roared Harry. So close.
"What the bloody fuckin' hell are you doing!" growled Lupin as he grabbed Harry by the collar.
"I have to kill them! I have to kill them all!" Harry struggled to eat out from his guardian's grip.
"Harry, you're not yourself. Stop!" tried Tonks.
"I won't bloody stop until I kill them all!" Harry pulled out his wand, pointing towards Lupin. Next thing he knew, all the lights went out.
A/n: hehehe cliffhanger! I know this part seems like Angry! and Pyscho!Harry but it'll be explained in the next chapter
Till next time,
Vio
