A/N: Hey guys, I haven't even checked my email yet so I am totally unaware
of any reviews (if any) yet, because when I posted last night, I didn't
have the ENTIRE chapter posted. So basically, I spilt up the whole of
Chapter 6 and turned it into Chapter Six and Chapter Seven. I can't
guarantee that Chapter Eight will be up soon, but I wrote this half of the
chapter today during my first period, eighty-minute study hall. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter
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"So, Wood is finally leaving!" sang Draco as he entered the Slytherin common room with the photo album. "So when's the party?"
Rachel scowled at her cousin from a leather armchair. "Don't," she warned crossing her arms and glaring at the fire.
"What's got you so cold?" he asked observing her.
"1 – Pervert. 2 – I'm a California native in England in January. 3 – I'm in the Slytherin common room, which is practically the dungeon. And 4 – I'm bored," she stated in one breath.
Draco smirked, but it faded once he caught the hidden meaning, "You kissed him?"
"He kissed me," she corrected raising her hand towards the album. It released itself from Draco's grasp and floated to her lap.
"Ooo, what will little Potty think about this?" he teased trying to get a rise out of her.
Rachel sat absently flipping through the pictures, "These are nice," she said changing the subject.
Draco looked at her astonished. "He doesn't know!"
"Shut up!" she growled and pointed to a picture with about seven people in it. "Who are they?"
Draco sneered and sat down in the chair next to her, "Slytherin quidditch team, my father's seventh year." He pointed out his father, "Lucius Malfoy, seeker. Serverus Snape was a chaser. Um, Charles Ohanzee, beater along with Vincent Horos. The keeper was Rupert Flint. And there's Nathaniel Rivers."
"My dad, and that's" she paused pointing towards a familiar blond girl holding her broom in one hand, the quaffle in the other.
"Christina Black," he said. "My aunt, and your mum."
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Rachel sighed sleepily as she laid down on her bed upstairs. It was about 5 o'clock in the evening and Rachel was dead tired. She closed her eyes to rest and Hermione walked into the room, shaking her awake.
"Rachel, c'mon, we're going to see Oliver off."
"Is it mandatory?"
"Yes!" Hermione laughed as the exhausted girl rolled out of bed and prepared to leave.
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A group of six stood in front of Oliver Wood: Hermione, Ron, Sarah, Rachel, Harry and Dumbledore.
He walked over and hugged Hermione tightly, as tears welled up in her eyes. He gently kissed her hand and moved on.
He shook Ron's hand tightly and smiled, "Remember what I taught you, and if you ever need any help, don't be afraid to owl me."
Ron nodded and said his good-byes to the older keeper.
Oliver turned to Sarah and kissed her delicate hand, "You keep him in line," he joked smiling.
When he saw Rachel standing there he was somewhat surprised. But before he could say much she stuck out her hand, "You'll be missed here, Wood."
He gripped her hand and shook it tightly.
~ But not by me. And don't even think of- ~
He smirked and bowed down kissing her hand softly.
~ -kissing my hand, ~ she sighed frustrated after finishing the thought.
Oliver moved to Harry after that and hugged his old quidditch teammate, "You take good care of her Harry. Don't let anything happen to her."
"I won't," Harry replied and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
He went then to Dumbledore who smiled giving him a knowing look. "Thank you so much Dumbledore. This opportunity was greatly appreciated."
Dumbledore nodded and Oliver grabbed his bags, leaving. They watched him walk down the pathway towards the train station, the soft snow crunching under his feet. The group stood there until he could no longer be seen. Dumbledore was the first to leave, followed by Ron, Sarah and Hermione. And lastly Harry led Rachel back into the warmth of the castle.
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Rachel walked back up into the girls' dorms, it was about 9 o'clock at night. An hour was spent eating, the rest, finishing up homework. She sighed as she realized the inevitable. Opening up the door, Rachel flopped down on the bed, sighing as she tangled herself up in her sheets. And hour passed the rest of the girls' where in and sleeping and she stared at her canopy.
She stood up and exited the girls' dorms and entered the boys' room. "Harry?" she whispered.
"You couldn't sleep either?" he asked from the windowsill on which he was sitting.
She nodded her head as he walked towards her, pulling back the covers for the two of them. She laid down facing him. "Sleep tight," she sighed closing her eyes for sleep.
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"Rachel," Oliver pleaded where he held her by the lake.
"I'm not leaving you Oliver! I promised Dumbledore!" she shouted.
"I won't let you die for me!"
"Too bad!" she said shoving at him as she tried weakly to fight him.
"Go," he smiled down at her. "Live Rachel. Be happy," he commanded.
"But I am happy," she said leaning in to kiss him when his eyes widened.
"Rachel!" he screamed turning the two of them around so that he was standing where she was previously.
"No!" she cried out as a curse hit him in the back, blood began to trickle down from the corner of his mouth. Oliver dropped to his knees and Rachel sank soon after him. She then eased him down onto his back.
"R-rachel I-"
"Shh," she soothed. "Don't speak."
"I love you," he said coughing as blood sputtered from his mouth.
Tears streamed down her face (A/N: cliché) as a bright light enveloped them both.
Rachel felt as if she was using a portkey, a pulling at her naval tugged her back. She saw a boy being tortured for information. He was cursed, cut, burned, drowned and frozen. She had seen them kill the same boy many times before, but this all seemed more horrifying as she watched. Starting from the most recent it went backwards, back to the beginning of this mess. Each time she watched it got bloodier and gorier. But what disturbed her the most was that his face was coming into focus.
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"No!" Rachel screamed shooting up in Harry's bed.
"What? What's wrong?" the boy who lived asked his girlfriend as she began hyperventilating.
"Rachel?" Ron asked as he stumbled over to where the couple was.
'It couldn't be,' she thought. 'This has to be a mistake.' But the room started swirling and she began loosing focus of Harry and Ron's voices. Soon she blacked out.
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"Do you think she'll wake up soon Professor?" Ron asked Dumbledore for the umpteenth time.
"Not if you keep asking!" Hermione scolded from the corner where she sat biting her nails.
Rachel stirred on the makeshift cot and slowly sat up. "Dumbledore?" she said groggily.
"Yes, child, I am here. You must tell me what you saw," the older man asked looking over his moon shaped spectacles.
"Oliver is going to die," she said solemnly.
There was a collective gasp throughout the students present, which was only the original trio. (A/N: cliché again)
"We must do something Professor!" Hermione said.
"Yes, he is too valuable to the Order," Harry said.
Ron and Hermione gave Harry shocked looks that he would say this in front of Rachel. "What?" he asked his friends. "She knows."
They nodded in approval and turned their attention back to Dumbledore.
"We knew that Voldemort's following would take one of the Order's members hostage at Malfoy Manor. Yet we did not know whom. Thanks to Ms. Rivers, we now know and can get him out. Do any of you have any ideas as to how we might go about this?" Dumbledore asked his students.
"Well we'll need someone on the inside that can help us get in," Harry announced.
"Yes," Rachel agreed. "Now I know where the room is, and what it looks like, but not how to get there. And I'm not telling anyone, because I will not be left behind," she declared, "understood?"
Three 'yes' chorused.
"Good," she said. "Now as for our person on the inside," she looked towards Dumbledore who nodded in approval.
The door open and a sleepy haired blond walked in. "Rachel there better be a bloody good reason you woke me up and called me to-"Draco Malfoy stopped mid-rant at the presence of his company.
"Why is he here?" Harry and Draco ask Rachel at the same time referring to the other.
Rachel sighed. "Get along you two. If we don't a prominent member of the Order, and a great man will die."
"Who?" Draco asked Harry.
"Wood," Harry replied.
"Oh." Draco looked at the motley crew around him. "So when can we start this thing?"
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Yeah!! Chapter 7 is done! And longer than I thought.. sorry y'all it would've been up at about 10, but I got side tracked..
I don't own Harry Potter
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"So, Wood is finally leaving!" sang Draco as he entered the Slytherin common room with the photo album. "So when's the party?"
Rachel scowled at her cousin from a leather armchair. "Don't," she warned crossing her arms and glaring at the fire.
"What's got you so cold?" he asked observing her.
"1 – Pervert. 2 – I'm a California native in England in January. 3 – I'm in the Slytherin common room, which is practically the dungeon. And 4 – I'm bored," she stated in one breath.
Draco smirked, but it faded once he caught the hidden meaning, "You kissed him?"
"He kissed me," she corrected raising her hand towards the album. It released itself from Draco's grasp and floated to her lap.
"Ooo, what will little Potty think about this?" he teased trying to get a rise out of her.
Rachel sat absently flipping through the pictures, "These are nice," she said changing the subject.
Draco looked at her astonished. "He doesn't know!"
"Shut up!" she growled and pointed to a picture with about seven people in it. "Who are they?"
Draco sneered and sat down in the chair next to her, "Slytherin quidditch team, my father's seventh year." He pointed out his father, "Lucius Malfoy, seeker. Serverus Snape was a chaser. Um, Charles Ohanzee, beater along with Vincent Horos. The keeper was Rupert Flint. And there's Nathaniel Rivers."
"My dad, and that's" she paused pointing towards a familiar blond girl holding her broom in one hand, the quaffle in the other.
"Christina Black," he said. "My aunt, and your mum."
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Rachel sighed sleepily as she laid down on her bed upstairs. It was about 5 o'clock in the evening and Rachel was dead tired. She closed her eyes to rest and Hermione walked into the room, shaking her awake.
"Rachel, c'mon, we're going to see Oliver off."
"Is it mandatory?"
"Yes!" Hermione laughed as the exhausted girl rolled out of bed and prepared to leave.
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A group of six stood in front of Oliver Wood: Hermione, Ron, Sarah, Rachel, Harry and Dumbledore.
He walked over and hugged Hermione tightly, as tears welled up in her eyes. He gently kissed her hand and moved on.
He shook Ron's hand tightly and smiled, "Remember what I taught you, and if you ever need any help, don't be afraid to owl me."
Ron nodded and said his good-byes to the older keeper.
Oliver turned to Sarah and kissed her delicate hand, "You keep him in line," he joked smiling.
When he saw Rachel standing there he was somewhat surprised. But before he could say much she stuck out her hand, "You'll be missed here, Wood."
He gripped her hand and shook it tightly.
~ But not by me. And don't even think of- ~
He smirked and bowed down kissing her hand softly.
~ -kissing my hand, ~ she sighed frustrated after finishing the thought.
Oliver moved to Harry after that and hugged his old quidditch teammate, "You take good care of her Harry. Don't let anything happen to her."
"I won't," Harry replied and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
He went then to Dumbledore who smiled giving him a knowing look. "Thank you so much Dumbledore. This opportunity was greatly appreciated."
Dumbledore nodded and Oliver grabbed his bags, leaving. They watched him walk down the pathway towards the train station, the soft snow crunching under his feet. The group stood there until he could no longer be seen. Dumbledore was the first to leave, followed by Ron, Sarah and Hermione. And lastly Harry led Rachel back into the warmth of the castle.
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Rachel walked back up into the girls' dorms, it was about 9 o'clock at night. An hour was spent eating, the rest, finishing up homework. She sighed as she realized the inevitable. Opening up the door, Rachel flopped down on the bed, sighing as she tangled herself up in her sheets. And hour passed the rest of the girls' where in and sleeping and she stared at her canopy.
She stood up and exited the girls' dorms and entered the boys' room. "Harry?" she whispered.
"You couldn't sleep either?" he asked from the windowsill on which he was sitting.
She nodded her head as he walked towards her, pulling back the covers for the two of them. She laid down facing him. "Sleep tight," she sighed closing her eyes for sleep.
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"Rachel," Oliver pleaded where he held her by the lake.
"I'm not leaving you Oliver! I promised Dumbledore!" she shouted.
"I won't let you die for me!"
"Too bad!" she said shoving at him as she tried weakly to fight him.
"Go," he smiled down at her. "Live Rachel. Be happy," he commanded.
"But I am happy," she said leaning in to kiss him when his eyes widened.
"Rachel!" he screamed turning the two of them around so that he was standing where she was previously.
"No!" she cried out as a curse hit him in the back, blood began to trickle down from the corner of his mouth. Oliver dropped to his knees and Rachel sank soon after him. She then eased him down onto his back.
"R-rachel I-"
"Shh," she soothed. "Don't speak."
"I love you," he said coughing as blood sputtered from his mouth.
Tears streamed down her face (A/N: cliché) as a bright light enveloped them both.
Rachel felt as if she was using a portkey, a pulling at her naval tugged her back. She saw a boy being tortured for information. He was cursed, cut, burned, drowned and frozen. She had seen them kill the same boy many times before, but this all seemed more horrifying as she watched. Starting from the most recent it went backwards, back to the beginning of this mess. Each time she watched it got bloodier and gorier. But what disturbed her the most was that his face was coming into focus.
^( ~ ( . . ) ~ )^
"No!" Rachel screamed shooting up in Harry's bed.
"What? What's wrong?" the boy who lived asked his girlfriend as she began hyperventilating.
"Rachel?" Ron asked as he stumbled over to where the couple was.
'It couldn't be,' she thought. 'This has to be a mistake.' But the room started swirling and she began loosing focus of Harry and Ron's voices. Soon she blacked out.
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"Do you think she'll wake up soon Professor?" Ron asked Dumbledore for the umpteenth time.
"Not if you keep asking!" Hermione scolded from the corner where she sat biting her nails.
Rachel stirred on the makeshift cot and slowly sat up. "Dumbledore?" she said groggily.
"Yes, child, I am here. You must tell me what you saw," the older man asked looking over his moon shaped spectacles.
"Oliver is going to die," she said solemnly.
There was a collective gasp throughout the students present, which was only the original trio. (A/N: cliché again)
"We must do something Professor!" Hermione said.
"Yes, he is too valuable to the Order," Harry said.
Ron and Hermione gave Harry shocked looks that he would say this in front of Rachel. "What?" he asked his friends. "She knows."
They nodded in approval and turned their attention back to Dumbledore.
"We knew that Voldemort's following would take one of the Order's members hostage at Malfoy Manor. Yet we did not know whom. Thanks to Ms. Rivers, we now know and can get him out. Do any of you have any ideas as to how we might go about this?" Dumbledore asked his students.
"Well we'll need someone on the inside that can help us get in," Harry announced.
"Yes," Rachel agreed. "Now I know where the room is, and what it looks like, but not how to get there. And I'm not telling anyone, because I will not be left behind," she declared, "understood?"
Three 'yes' chorused.
"Good," she said. "Now as for our person on the inside," she looked towards Dumbledore who nodded in approval.
The door open and a sleepy haired blond walked in. "Rachel there better be a bloody good reason you woke me up and called me to-"Draco Malfoy stopped mid-rant at the presence of his company.
"Why is he here?" Harry and Draco ask Rachel at the same time referring to the other.
Rachel sighed. "Get along you two. If we don't a prominent member of the Order, and a great man will die."
"Who?" Draco asked Harry.
"Wood," Harry replied.
"Oh." Draco looked at the motley crew around him. "So when can we start this thing?"
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Yeah!! Chapter 7 is done! And longer than I thought.. sorry y'all it would've been up at about 10, but I got side tracked..