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The Tears Of Doom: A Harry Potter Fanfic
Chapter 6
Draco grunted as he heaved himself up over the fence of Godric's Hollow, No. 4. "Stupid Goyle." Cursed Draco, as he saw Hermione lying on the bed in the living room.
"He was meant to get Potter, not the Mudblood girl." Still, his expression softened slightly as he gazed at Hermione before leaving in search of the Chosen One.
Miles away in Rowena's Nest.
"Harry! Blimey! It's Dumbledore!" Ron said loudly, in shock.
Harry, too, was shocked. He drew his wand. "Who are you?"
Dumbledore chuckled. "I am Dumbledore, true… But Aberforth Dumbledore is my full name. But my friends call me Abie."
"Ab… Aberforth?" Stammered Harry.
"Yes. Aberforth." A familiar twinkle was in Abie's eyes. "Come in and sit, all of you."
"I need your-" Harry began.
"Help, yes. I know." Smiled Abie. "But first, let me ask you a question."
"Uh… Alright." Said Harry, glancing at Ron and Ginny.
"Let's say if you are faced with a particularly aggressive ghost and he is intent on killing you, how will you choose to get rid of him?
Harry thought for a while…
"Catch him with a tea-strainer?" Ron suggested.
"Chop his neck with a blunt axe?" Ginny said.
"I know! I'll Petrify it with Petrificus Totalus and then blast it with the Reductor Curse." Harry said loudly.
Abie laughed. "Very good, very good… From your answers, I can tell what should be done to enrich your lives."
"Let's start with you, Ron. You need to stay away from Lockhart's book, Gadding with Ghouls."
"Ginny, you need to sever your friendship with Nicholas."
"And you, Harry. You need to save Hermione." Finished Abie solemnly.
And so the conversation began… Harry begun telling Abie what had happened to Hermione.
"Wings, you say? Hmm…" Abie stood up and looked out of the window for a long time.
"It is as Elva suspected. Hermione has indeed been hit by the Angel Curse. This Angel Curse, however, is incomplete."
"What do you mean?" asked Harry, leaning forward in his seat.
"In a complete Angel Curse, the victim's memory will be removed… Sort of like a less cruel Dementor's Kiss." Abie explained, gesturing forcefully.
"This Angel Curse is the slow version. Hermione's memory will slowly ebb away, bit by bit. And you must get her memory back before she completely fades away."
"How do we do that?" Ron was pale.
"By looking for pieces of her memory. Her memory will have split into 5 pieces. You will have to find them and bring them back to me."
"What do these memory look like?" Ginny asked curiously.
Abie pondered about that question. "It looks almost just like an ordinary feather. A white feather. The moment you touch it, it will tell you what piece of her memory it is."
"Let's waste no more time then." Declared Harry, looking around at Ron and Ginny who both stood up.
"Good luck… And make sure you move with haste."
"How are we going to know where to look for her memories?" Asked Harry as he reached the door.
"Ah…" A strange look crossed across Abie's face. "Memory fragments have a strange habit of landing in the places where Hermione would hate to be."
"Right…" said Harry slowly. "C'mon then, Ron, Ginny."
"Hold on to my right arm, Ginny." Said Harry.
"Where are we going, Harry?" asked Ron, his lanky frame swaying slightly in the strong wind.
"The gaming centre near Hermione's home."
Ginny slipped her arms gently through Harry's right arm and grinned at him. Harry grinned back uncertainly. With two loud cracks, all three of them had gone.
In a flash, the trio stood in front of a large shabby building with big, neon words out front saying "Gaming wonderland."
Uncertain, Harry pushed open the door, his hand wrapped around his wand in his jeans. "Ron, remember the spell I that I thought you."
Ron nodded.
The moment Harry had stepped inside the rundown building, he saw a gang of men standing at the far end, staring at him.
One of the bigger sized man approached Harry, he, too, had his hands in his jeans. Harry knew what to expect. This was the gang of men that had killed Hermione's younger brother many years ago.
The man (Muggles) pulled a knife out from his jeans and threw it hard at Harry.
Ron, having been warned, brandished his wand and yelled, "Soul Shift!" In an instant, Harry and the man swapped places. The man was killed by his own knife. For a moment, Harry was reminded of a famous line.
He who lives by the way of the sword,
Dies by it.
The other men were too dull-witted to notice anything magical. Instead of running, they, too, pulled out their weapons and rushed towards Harry.
Harry pointed his wand at the dead man. "Sectumsempra!" A large gash appeared on the man.
He reached his hand out for Ginny's wand, who tossed it over promptly. He put the 2 wands tip to tip. "Priori Incantatem."
A shadow of a gash floated in mid-air.
Harry shouted the incantation for the third of his own-made spells (The first 2 being the luck charm and soul shift.) "Multiplicara!"
The shadow glowed a vivid green. Harry pointed his own wand at the group of men. In a shower of blood and a symphony of screams, the remaining 11 men fell to the floor, bleeding.
One of the man had managed to survive. He stood up shakily, clutching his wound and turned to run.
"People who hurt Hermione or her family cannot live." Said Harry quietly, rage and fury for Hermione's anguish over her little brother burning in his eyes.
Levicorpus.
The man floated in mid-air, dangling by a foot.
Waving his wand to the right, the man crashed into the wall, headfirst.
Liberacorpus
The man slumped to the floor and breathed no more.
"Harry, what is wrong with you?" Ron asked, looking around.
"I couldn't control myself…" Harry said, looking away.
"Since when have you become so violent?"
"I told you I didn't mean it…" said Harry as he trod among the dead body.
He saw something glowing in a man's pocket.
He reached it and pulled it out. It was a beautiful pink feather.
Harry clutched it tightly.
The Feather of Honesty. The words appeared in his brain.
There were scenes flashing across his eyes.
I don't know who I should choose, Ginny. They're both my best friends.
Mom! Dad! I got top grades in O.W.L.!
Oh no… should I really have confounded Cormac McLaggen? I am a Prefect after all…
End of chapter 6
Author's note: After almost a year, I have decided to revive this story… I hope you all like it.