Harry Potter and the Vampire Plague
Chapter 8: The Lost Memory
(This is a mixture of Harry Potter and the Vampire Plague. If you havent read any of those books GET TO READING!!! There really good!!! Em anyways. Oh and I have to thank my cousin cause some of her fanfic goes into this: Read Crimson Love!!! Welp, I hope you enjoy this. P.S. For now they will be in the same text while they are together. Oh and I hope you liked the last chapter. REMEMBER TO PLZ REVIEW!!!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Vampire Plague.
Harry, Ron, and Ben all dragged Lockhart to the armchair by the fire. He was out cold for hours. They slowly waited it by telling been tales of their adventures and of course of Voldemort. Hermione, of course, was reading. She first began with the book they got at the mansion. While they were telling Ben their stories, however, Harry noticed her go aha to herself. Maybe she had found something. She then went to some other books. Finally in the end she picked up a book that Harry had know in his second year.
"Hermione? Is that what I think it is?" Hermione nodded. "Yes, it's Riddle's Diary." Ron stopped what he was doing. "Why would you have a thing like that? And how did you get it?" Ron asked grudgingly. "Well Dumbledore gave it to me when you went to the bathroom. You know when you went to the bathroom when he was speaking to us about the Mission?" Ron nodded. "He said I might be able to use it. And sure enough I ha..."
There was a low groan. They all turned to Lockhart. He was slowly getting to his feet. He didn't look very well. But as he finally got to his feet he fell back down to the chair. They all rushed over to him.
"Proffesor, are you alright?" Hermione said. Lockhart nodded. "I'm fine my young lady. Thank you for your compasion." At this Hermione blushed a little.
"Sir I was wondering if you could help me with some text problems?" Lockhart smiled. "Of course, I can my dear girl. I have been told I used to be an Ancient Translator. However, I tried for that Rita woman who told me was a celebrity, and then when I gave her parchment back translated, she went loco. She started screaming that it couldn't be right. Then she flew at me. She was like some kind of Vampire. And sure enough she bit me on the neck. I however pushed her off of me and hit her with a spell. Then you showed up." Lockhart was still smiling, but he was getting more sick by the minute.
"Oh no!" Ben groaned. It was true that Rita got hold of his neck. "He will die in just a little while. Luckily he didn't get bitten three times, or he would of been one of them."
At this sentence that Ben said, Lockhart jumped to his feet. "You mean I am going to die in a little bit?" All four of them nodded their heads slowly. Lockhart's smile disappeared. "Well then.. em...you said you needed my help my girl. I might as well help you before I go." "Yes, of course, thank you Proffessor." She then handed him the book and the parchment.
"My dear girl, this parchment is very much like that Rita woman's parchment. They all looked at him puzzling. "What do you mean Proffesor?" Harry asked. "Well, you see it's the exact same handwritting and the exact same parchment paper. Em.. let's see. ah!"
He pulled out of his pocket a small piece of parchment that looked very much like theirs. Harry took it and and the put theirs above it and it read this:
A boy will come and surpass all others. Him and his family shall be in pain. They will let loose a plague that is horrible. The Plague will strike three times. Then it will come back and take his friend and his sister. Then it will reawaken a year later to affect the magical world. And then the Evil Camzots will rise and then the Sunrise of the Darkness shall spread out onto the land. Taking in all those who defy the Dark Lord and the Evil Camazots. Then there shall be a Hero of Light that comes forth and
They all looked stun. The boy was Ben. It was a prophecy. Yet, why was it on a piece of parchment and separated. It told of what would happen after the year though. Camazots and Voldemort will join each other. That would be chaos. But then it said that someone from light would come forth and then what. They had to find the other piece.
"Yes, I understand it now. It's Ben and it's a prophecy for sure now." Lockhart nodded in agreement. "Yes, now this book. I am afraid my dear girl. That I have forgotten all my Translating spells. I'm very sorry."
Lockhart started to lay down. He was not looking good at all. Hermione started to cry. "Professor I am afraid I must do something to you. Hower, I am going to give you back something very dear to you." Lockhart looked at her. "What do you mean my dear girl?"
" I mean this! REMONDERIS!" She pointed her wand at Lockhart. There was a white flash, then Lockhart was lying down in this bed.
"Proffesor! Proffesor!" She went to check his pulse, but was grabbed by Lockhart's arm. "You've been a bad girl Miss Granger. Performing illegal spells. Not to mention, having a muggle with you! Oh yes! You've been very, very bad!" Lockhart went to grap for his wand.
"ACCIO WAND!" Ron yelled. Lockhart's wand flew to Ron's hands. "How dare you! Give that back to me!" "Why don't you get them yourselves. Or are you still just as useless as ev..""Ronald!" Hermione said cutting him off, "He is not useless. Did you forget why we came here?" Ron scolded her. Hermione didn't pay no attention though.
"Proffesor we will give you your wand back if you fix these words for us." He looked at the book then laughed. "That's so funny. You see, you have the intention that I am going to help you. Oh, did you forget I am a few seconds away from death? Well then I am sorry, even if i would help, I don't know the spell. Some dude made my memory of that perticular spell disappear. In fact, it's the same dude who did that to that book!"
He began to laugh. Hermione looked at him now without crying. "I was afraid I was going to have to do this. Oh well! REMONDERIS!" This time instead of a white light, there was a stream of white coming from Lockhart's head. It reminded Hary of when a dementor went by a person.
It slowly sucked the memory into Hermione's wand. Lockhart lay cozingly in his bed, panting harder than ever. " REMONDERIS!" Hermione said again. Once again a mist went into the air. This time however, it showed a man in a dark cloak talking to the young Lockhart.
"I want that spell!" The voice of the cloaked figure yelled. You could tell it was a man. "It's the only thing getting my way." His voice was crueler than anyone Harry had ever heard. I'm sorry, but only Ancient Translators may use it." Lockhart began to walk away. "Your a fool, Mr.Lockhart. Do you really think, I am not going to stop you." There was a flash of purple and Lockhart fell on the floor. He was screaming. "MAKE IT STOP!!! PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING!!! STOP IT PLEASE!!!" The dark figure slowly strolled above him. "Give me the spell." Lockhart screamed more. "OKAY IT'S TRANSLAS MIDIUS!!! NOW MAKE IT STOP Please!!!!" Slowly the figure lifted his wand. Lockhart stopped screaming. He lay there on the floor. "Thank you, Mr.Lockhart. Now if you will excuse me." He pulled out the book they found in the mansion. He opened it in the middle. "TRANSLAS MIDIUS!" All the letters flew around the pages. They slowly settled back in different places. He closed the book and put it in his robes. "Now I must not let anyone know about this, so, OBLIVION!" Lockhart fell to the floor. "Don't worry, I only got rid of this part." Harry however knew Lockhart didn't hear him. The figure slowly walked out of the room they were in.
The mist faded away. They were all about to say something when they heard a gasp. They all looked behind them to see Lockhart's lifeless body in the Armchair by the fire in Rita's office.