(A/N) OK, so I know it says Harry would have point of view, but I want Rory to have this chapter. Don't worry – Harry has full reign over the next chapter. So the real prediction for this chapter should be --
In this chapter Rory vists the old house on new means...
They appeared on the familiar cobble driveway and Rory's heart gave a sentimental jerk. Her mind flashed memories of her and her mom wallking to the front door for their weekly friday night dinners, and ironically it was now friday... Though things had now changed, she wasn't that Rory Gilmore anymore, she was now Rory Potter. Rory looked around the familiar courtyard and saw that the rain had stopped but wind still ripped through trees, causing them to sway violently. Rory hugged herself tightly as the cold wind bit at her exposed features, and sent a chill up her spine. A shake seized herbody, starting from her shoulders and then down to her toes, but Rory doubted it had anythign to do with the weather.
"Did you feel that?" Harry asked her from her right, and Rory turned and nodded. "He's near..." Harry mumbled as he slowly began to advance on the front door.
Why Grandma and Grandpa's house? Rory wondered as she followed right behind Harry. Rory remembered back to one of her first magical fights that one summer morning in the woods... Harry had put her in charge of summoning a patronus, and Rory's wand generated a snow leapord. For ages Rory tried to figure out why such a dominant and ferocious animal had appeared as her patronus, and finlly she figured it out. Her gandfather was the snow leapord, he was so strong and protective of her, white haired and firm, he was her saviour in hardship. How could I go on without him? Rory wondered and she felt the hot prick of tears, and pushed them away.
The five of them crowded the small archway where the solid oak door stood, its large brass locker still looked shiny and polished as if a maid had only just cleaned it. Rory whipped her wand out form its holdter and held it near the floor, and she prepped herself for an immediate attack once the door swung open. Harry was one step ahead of her, and as he knocked firmly three times, everyone else was getting their wands out.
Rory's heart was in her throat as they stood in silence, the only sound for a moment was the wind ripping through trees surrounding the estate, and the iron gate entryway creaking omniously. Finally the door swung open and Rory gave a gasp of fear, and then had to swallowed down her fright, it was only the maid.
"Where's Richard and Emily Gilmore," Rory asked with a squeak.
"They aren't looking for any hired help," she said visciously, attempting to close the door on them, but Harry stuck his foor into the door way and the maid looked at him, irritated.
"You don't understand," Rory began. "But I'm Rory Gilmore, the treasured grandaughter, and if you want to keep your job, you'll let me in."
The nurse swallowed down hard and stepped back, opening the door fully to show the elaboratly decorated foyer. "Mr. Gilmore is entertaining some people in the pool house, but Mrs. Gilmore is alone." the maid explained. "May I take your coats?"
Rory's mind quickly calculated what this could mean. Grandpa was entertaining people, but who? Mrs. Gilmore was alone, but was she ok? "Yes, you may take me and my firend's coats, and then I'd like you to leave straight away on a vacation, and don't come back until you're called."
The maid was piled with their clothes, but she glared over at Rory over the top of the mound. "You can't fire me!" she shouted hotly. "I've held this job for two straight weeks! That's a record in the Gilmore house! I will not be dismissed by the spoiled grandaughter!"
"You're not getting fired! I swear to you! I will even pay you for teh days you don't work!" Rory swore. The maid observed her a moment, and then happily threw the coats haphazardly onto the coat rack and shot for the door. "Don't turn around!" Rory shouted at her over the raging wind then shut the door, smiling to herself, Rory needed to get the maid away, she was in too much danger in the house if Voldemort really was there.
"April! I asked you to answer the door five minutes ago! Why haven't you brought the guests in?" Emily Gilmore called as she strode into the foyer, she was fiddling with a vodka bottle top, when she looked up and spotted Rory the bottle fell with a crash onto the hard wood flooring.
"Hey grandma," Rory said sheepishly.
"Rory, my dearest!" Emily cried, it was rather undignified of a woman who was usually so conserved, but Rory didn't care. She hadn't seen her grandmother since Rory's mom died, so she didn't mind when Grandma's arms embraced her tightly. "Look at you! You look so much like your mother!"
"Thanks, Grandma," Rory said carefully, as Emily held Rory out at arm length, observing her, Rory was doing the same. Grandma looked slightly stressed at the moment, but she looked about the same she had the year previous at Lorelei's funeral. "Where's gandpa?
"Your grandfather singing group showed up out of the blue today!" Emily began, the anger that had been in her voice before had now returned, and now she began fretting over the spilled vodka. "So, he took them into the poolhouse and I am in charge of serving them alcohol."
"They just showed up out of the blue?" Rory asked, glancing to everyone behind her.
"Yeah, the most stubburn people on earth are barber shop quartet male singers over 60." She insisted. "Where on earth is April, she needs to clean that up."
"Come on, grandma," Rory said slowly. "How about you and I talk for a little while, and I can introduce you to my firends. I'm sure April will clean that up soon."
"Yes," Emily muttered, and she seemed slightly dazed as she came out of her rant. "That sounds lovely, they all look like such wonderful people."
Rory and Emily walked out of the foyer into the living room, followed by Harry, Ginny, Jess and Luna. Rory glanced behind her and saw Draco cast a fixing spell on the bottle that reformed into a filled bottle of vodka. Smiling proudly, he took a long swing then slipped it into his pocket and followed everyone further into the house.
Rory sat down in her usual seat on the two seater couch next to Harry, and Grandma took her usual gold flaked chair, Jess squished in next to Rory, and Luna, Draco and Ginny sat on the three seater across form them. Grandma fiddled with her hands as she smiled at Rory.
"I haven't seen my little Rory in almost a year," Emily exclaimed, she glanced at Rory fondly then took in everyone else, and now as Rory also took in their rather informal attire, she regretted bringing them all in to meet Emily. "Well, Rory, introduce your friends!" Emily said trying to sound pleasant about being introduced to the rather sloppy crew.
Rory began to introduce everyone and Grandma gave them the appropriate hand shake and friendly words of greeting, and then silence fell upon them. The only sounds filling the room was the soft soundtrack of clasical music coming from the radio and the harsh wind whipping at the windows.
Ginny made a ditch effort to make conversation to fill the awkard void. "I love your home! Its so big and grand, my family and I live in something much smaller and there are like 9 of us!"
Emily's smile tightened as she fussed with her pink Chanel skirt. "Oh, how quaint." she muttered and Rory had to hide her outward cringe.
The silence descended once more and they all squirmed in their seats, Rory was trying to think of a way to casually ask if a man calling himself Voldemort and/or Tom Riddle had shown up in the last hour and threatened to kill her unless she told him about Rory, but for some reason she didn't know how to start. Harry cleared his throat and Grandma continued to stare out into the dark backyard of her home.
"That's funny," Grandma muttered, she was craning her head, Rory followed Emily's eyes and saw the dim light shing out from the small poolhouse. "I can barely hear myself think over the racket Richard and his group makes."
Rory took a closer look and also noticed that there seemed to be no movement coming form inside the poolhouse. She looked over to Harry with wide anxious eyes, and he too began to look out at the poolhouse.
"Grandma," Rory began slowly as she stood from her chair and grasped to the end of her wand that was sitting in its holster. "I need you to stay away from the windows, turn off all the lights and keep a small light on in the basement. I'm going to go into the poolhouse and send Grandpa back up to you, when he gets there lock yourself in the basement and don't come back out for any reason."
"Rory, don't be ridiculous..." Emily began but as soon as everyone else was up she began to get worried and stood up too. "What's going on?"
"There is so much I want to tell you, Grandma, but I can't right now." Rory said calmly, and as Harry and Draco ran around the house diffusing all the light bulbs magically, Rory was walking Emily towards the basement door. "All you need to know is that I love you and Grandpa with all my heart, and even though Mom never really told you, I know she loved you guys too."
"What am I supposed to do," Emily asked, only half believing that she was actually taking Rory seriously.
"Just sit down right next to the basement door, once grandpa comes, you both need to race down and lock the door behind you," Rory exclaimed, and Emily slowly sank to the floor, her back against the wall, and she looked up at Rory with wide confused eyes."It'll be ok," Roy comforted, but he didn't even know if it was true.
Finally all the lights in the house were off, except for the basement light that peaked out form the cracked door. Rory stood plunged in darkness for only a moment, before her eyes began to adjust to the dark, soon she spotted Draco's platinum hair gleaming in the moonlight as he approached her.
"We're all waiting by the back door," he said calmly.
All of Rory's magical senses heightened and tingled and everything around her seemed to have its own pulse, its own kind of magic. From the poolhouse she felt this huge vibration of evil power that almost lured her in. Her hand gave a small shake as it hovered over her wand, and Rory took it out and felt the smooth red wood under her fingertips.
She quickly followed Draco to the rest of the group and saw them all strecthing, all getting ready for the battle ahead. Jess was pucnhing the air, and upon seeing him Rory remembered the small bag pink she had brought and handed it to him.
"Its not really my style," Jess said with a smirk.
"Its filled with potions you can throw at the deatheaters, you obviously won't last by just punching them," Rory said calmly. He gave a nod as he turned serious, he opened it up and pulled out a vanquishing potion and smiled to Rory.
"They're excatly what I wanted," he said and he leaned in and kissed her passionatly, the frightening fact that that might have been the last time she kissed him brought a shake over her whole body as she deepened their kiss. "I love you," he whispered and it took all Rory had not to cry.
"I love you too, Jess Mariano," she muttered back in the most heartfull way she had ever muttered the words.
Around her, Harry and Ginny, Luna and Draco, were saying their own words of goodbye and admitting their undying love for eachother. Finally all sentimal words left them and they faced the direction of the poolhouse, all wands drawn.
"Luna," Rory said, she didn't look over at the girl, but instead continued to stare at the quiet poolhouse where there was still no movement. "You are in charge of contacting Neville if battle breaks out."
"Right, will do cheif," Luna said in a sharp and aware tone.
Harry took lead, Rory following close behind him, and he pushed the glass door open, the cold air began to bite at Rory once more as she walked across the lawn. Glancing back at her gandparents' house, she saw the basement light cutting through the otherwise pitch black darkness. Good, she thought to herself, when grandpa runs from the poolhouse, he'll know were to go.
And as she walked across the damp green grass, she fiddled with the red heart ring Jess had given her when they had first left Stars Hollow. Finally reaching the poolhouse, she took in a sharp breath as she caught movement from inside. Her mind tried to convince her that nothing was wrong, that Grandpa was just getting scotch-ed up and had passed out on the couch, but she knew it wasn't true.
If I die, she thought silently, maybe I'll see mom.
Then, Harry slowly pushed the poolhouse, bathing them in a sudden blinding light from inside.
"Harry! Rory! So glad you could come!" he yelled out and Rory couldn't breathe.
(A/N) hehe, I liked the ending there, reviews people! Thank you to the one person who did review!
In the next chapter Harry (finally) rides the rollercoaster of war...