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Chapter Eleven: The Story of Brooke Davis

Harry was waiting for Hermione's group to return, twenty minutes had passed by since Harry's group been back and they were already rushed to the Hospital Wing, along with Lupin and Lavender. Harry paced across the room, 'Please don't be dead, she can't die.' Harry thought. He looked at the fireplace, green flames errupted as Colin and Padma fell out, Hermione was carrying an unconscious or dead Brooke. Harry rushed to Hermione to check out the state of Brooke, he looked at the rest the group, they looked like they just been to hell and back.

"We have to get her to the Hospital Wing," Hermione rushed out of the room.

Madam Pomfrey was extremely busy with Harry's group that she wasn't even ready for the damage from Hermione's, Madam Pomfrey turned and looked at them. Their clothes were ripped and they had gashes of blood falling from there arms and legs, Hermione set Brooke on the table. 'This is my fault, I should have let her go in before me.' Hermione thought. 'If she dies I will never forgive myself,' Hermione began to cry. Madam Pomfrey began to tend to Brooke's cuts, "What was she hit with?"

"I don't know!" Hermione sobbed.

"Then the only thing I can do is tend to her wounds," Madam Pomfrey began to bandage her arm. "Your next!"

Hermione nodded her head, Dumbledore barged into the room with the new Minister of Magic.

"What were you children thinking?" the Minister asked. "Pulling an idiot stunt like that will surely get you kill!"

"Scrimgeour lets not do this now," Dumbledore said calmly.

Brooke began to moan, everyone who was conscious in the room began to look at her.

"What going on?" Harry asked.

"She's thinking." Dumbledore replied.

Brooke was four years old, she was holding a man hand who was rather tall with short jet black hair and blue eyes. Brooke smiled as the man he lifted her up into the air, she was with her dad in her old house when she was younger. They were playing in his room, the house was two stories high, her mom was in the bathroom apparently taking a shower. Brooke heard a loud crash from downstairs, her father pulled a wooden stick out of his pocket and headed downstairs. Brooke's mom came into the room, and quickly picked up Brooke and locked the door. She could hear loud crashes of furniture and glass breaking, she tugged on her mother bath robes, Brooke heard the words that she never thought she would ever hear at such a young age. "Avada Kedvera!", Brooke heard a loud thud to the ground and looked up at her mother who had tears rolling down her eyes.

Brooke was eleven now, she was in a new house that she lived with her so called 'apprentice', Brooke lied asleep in her queen size bed. A bright light flashed in her eye causing her to wake up, it was her mom standing at the door. Her mom walked up to her and kneeled by her bedside, she smiled as she stroked the young girls long jet black hair and looked into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Dear, I have to go somewhere," Brooke's mother began. "I am doing this for us, your apprentice will be raising you for a couple of years but I'll be back. I love you very much dear, I am going to miss you so very much, do as your apprentice tells you so. Brooke I want you to always remember that you are destined for greatness, you may not what I mean now but in a few years you will understand and you'll be able to help us all. I love you, goodbye."

"Where are you going?" Brooke cried.

Brooke's mom removed a bracelet that hanged from her wrist, "As long as you have this, you'll always have a piece of me."

Brooke mother's left the room, Brooke rushed to her window and looked out of the window with tears rolling down her eyes. Her mother placed a hood over her head and began to walk into a forest, Brooke looked at her mother crying. Voldermort entered the room grinning, Brooke turned around and gave him a stern look. Voldermort began to stroke her hair and laugh, Brooke went back into her bed and fell asleep.

"You okay mate?" Ron rushed into the room worried.

"Yes, sorry we didn't take you we just thought that in your state," Harry began to explain.

"I understand," Ron nodded his head "I would have probably been killed if I went tonight."

"I wished you could have been there," Harry sighed. "Ginny too, we could of at least had more of a fighting chance."

"How is Brooke, Lavender and Lupin doing?" Ron asked.

"Lavender and Lupin are getting better," Harry replied. "They even woke up, Brooke on the other hand isn't doing so well."

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry said. "She disappeared with Luna."

Brooke was thirteen, she was training with Bellatrix. At the time Bellatrix was to hard for her to fight, everytime she shot a curse Bellatrix would block it then knock her down. Brooke crossed her arm and stormed out of the room, Bellatrix chased after her, and grabbed Brooke's arm. Brooke tried to fight off Bellatrix grip, Bellatrix dragged her back into the room and threw her on the floor. Brooke pulled out her want and shot a curse at Bellatrix send her flying through the close door, Brooke laughed as Bellatrix came running at her holding her wand to Brooke throat.

"What your going to kill me?" Brooke smiled.

"Don't tempt me!" Bellatrix put her wand down.

"I'm sure the dark lord wouldn't be so happy with you threating me." Brooke crossed her arms.

"Well until you can come up with a decent offense I'm sure he won't really care what I do to you," Bellatrix grinned.

"Hermione, where are we going?" Luna asked.

"Well first I have to go up to my room," Hermione ran up the stairs.

They arrived at the portrait with the women holding the baby, Hermione said the password and unlocked the door. Hermione rushed into her room and open her trunk, she found the piece of paper she been looking for. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the other piece of paper and matched them together, the letters were written exactly alike. Hermione turned to Luna and showed her what she had just found, Luna had no clue on what she was talking about only that the each paper had the same exact hand writing.

"I know Slytherin's Heir." Luna read. "What does this mean?"

"We have to find Draco Malfoy." Hermione said.

Brooke was fifteen, she was dueling with Voldermort and they were actually evenly matched. She sent a curse flying that he reflected back at her, Brooke casted a shield around her, "Expelliarmus!" she yelled. Voldermort wand went flying out his hand, Brooke smiled and put away her wand. She was suddenly pushed to the ground by some unknown force, Voldermort helped her up and grinned.

"Never underestimate your opponent."

"I'll remember that next time," Brooke laughed.

"You are ready," Voldermort sat down in his chair. "The week after you turn sixteen we will fake an attack on you and Dumbledore will be sent to save you, of course in order to lure him I'll be there also."

"Did you kill my father?" Brooke asked suddenly.

"I will not lie," Voldermort answered her. "Yes, I did."

"Why?" Brooke raised her voice.

"He was getting in the way!"

"So that gave you the right to kill him," Brooke stormed out of room.

Brooke walked into a pitch black room, she had no clue where she was now, she had never remember this ever happening to her. She saw a man walking towards her, the closer he came the more safe she felt.

"Brooke," the man smiled.

"Dad!"

"Brooke I have to talk to before you wake up," Brooke's father began to speak. "Over the next couple of months, you'll will find out things about yourself that you never know. When people told you were destined for greatness they were not lying, I have to go but there might be someone here that can help you find the answer to who you truly are."

Brooke father disappeared, she saw a girl with ginger red hair walking towards her.

"Ginny?" Brooke asked.

"What am I doing here?" Ginny asked confused.

"I don't know," Brooke replied. "I thought you were in a coma."

"What?" Ginny asked shocked.

"Ginny you are here to help me discover who I'm truly am." Brooke told her.

"How am I suppose to help you?" Ginny asked.

"I don't know," Brooke began to think.

Ginny felt her pockets, the emerald in her pocket was shinning brightly, she pulled it out and held it in her hand and looked at Brooke.

"I think this is yours." Ginny handed Brooke the emerald.

Brooke grabbed the emerald, the room no longer pitch black but shinning a piercing green light. Brooke and Ginny woke up in a gasped, Ron ran up and hugged Ginny who returned the hug, Ginny looked at Brooke over Ron's shoulder, she was still shining green. Brooke looked at her hand, she was holding green emerald, everyone in the room was looking at her confused. Brooke shoved the emerald into her pocket and sighed nervously, Harry walked up to Brooke.

"Your the Heir of Slytherin."

Hermione and Luna on the other hand were on Hogwarts Ground, they spotted Draco Malfoy sitting by the lake. Hermione ran up to Draco and slowly tapped him on the shoulder, Draco turned around slightly and noticed Hermione standing there.

"What do you want mudblood?"

"I know you wrote that note," Hermione said.

"What are you going on about?" Draco said nervously.

Hermione's showed him the pieces of paper.

"Your the one who was helping us."

(A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter because I surely enjoyed writing it, it was one of my favorite chapter to write so far. Please continue to review when you can, if you have any question leave it in a review.)

BlackDemonAngel- I guess I am lucky again, another chapter, sadly no one caught what Brooke and Voldermort exchanging the mirrors. Thank you for reading another chapter hoped you enjoyed it!

carebear4ever- Thanks I am very glad that I wrote the last chapter well and it was easy to follow, hopefully I am getting better as a writer. I might write a book when I grow up but I don't know yet, but it best to start young right?

dennisud- Yes it does look like Brooke is beginning to care for them, mostly becaus she never had someone look after her like the Trio, Ginny and Luna did so she eventually became attached to them.