Angelic Wings
By
Black Rose
Chapter 13—Graveyard of the Past: Part Two
Harry, Hermione, and Ron entered the graveyard as the sun cast beams of light into the early morning sky.
"Harry, you alright?" asked Hermione.
Harry just kept looking around as if waiting for something to happen. He glanced at her with a fearful face. Ron always saw the way his best mate was acting, and this time was no exception.
"Harry?" he asked, seeing if he could get him to talk.
Nothing happened. The Boy Who Lived was in his own world, or in this case, remembering something from his past.
Ron moved over to him and put this hand on his shoulder to stop him. Harry glanced at Ron with a haunted look in his eyes.
"Harry?" he asked again with worry in his voice.
"Ron, it's going to happen again; I just know it is," Harry stated with a scared voice.
"Harry, what is going to happen again?" asked Hermione.
"Someone is going to die—I just know it," he stated starting to look around again.
Ron and Hermione looked at one another, not too sure what he was talking about.
"Harry, no one is going to die, we're all here," Hermione stated slowly, trying to help him.
It seemed that he wasn't listening to them. He started to walk again, moving passed Ron.
"Harry…" Hermione stated but when she went to put her hand on his arm to stop him, it went through him. She looked at her hands but they looked fine. She glanced at Ron who looked just as confused as she was.
"What the bloody hell was that?" he asked.
Hermione just shook her head and answered back, "I don't know, Ron."
They both turned back to their best friend and saw him up ahead.
"Harry, wait up!" yelled Ron.
They both started to walk quickly to catch up to him. As they got closer to him, they heard a church bell start to ring. They stopped and looked around. The graveyard was starting to fade.
"What's happening?" asked Hermione, a little worried because she couldn't see Harry anymore and everything was changing in front of her. Ron glanced around and saw something he wished he didn't. Everything had changed. The graveyard was now an old, run-down looking one with a big house in the background.
"Where the bloody hell are we?" Ron asked glancing around.
"I don't know, but I don't like it," stated Hermione quietly, glancing at a tombstone that had a grim reaper with angel wings. She wrapped her arms around herself. She walked over to Ron who was staring at the side of the large tomb. He was just looking at it. He wasn't acting like himself at all.
"Ron?" she asked, getting even more worried than she had been.
He didn't answer her at all; he just lifted his hand and pointed at the side. She stood next to him and turned to see what he was pointing at. There, on the side, was the name she remembered Harry talking about.
Tom Riddle
"Didn't Harry say that Tom Riddle was...." Hermione stated to say.
"Voldemort," a childlike voice finished for her.
Startled, they both turned around and pointed their wands at whoever it was. What they saw was not what they expected.
Before them was a young girl, about eight-years-old, and with blond hair. She had on a black sundress, and her hair was in pigtails with black ribbons in them.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked, really confused now.
"I'm Grace," she stated with a giggle.
Before either of them could ask, they both heard a thud behind them. They turned around to see a blonde and redhead slowly getting up.
"Ginny?" asked her brother.
"Luna?" asked Hermione at the same time.
The two girls' heads shot up and they saw them. They next glanced at each other. Then they started to look around for their other friend.
Where's Neville?" asked Luna, glancing around the old rundown graveyard.
Ron and Hermione walked over to them to help them up.
"Are you two alright?" Hermione asked, looking them over.
"Yeah, we're fine, but I think something happened to Neville," stated Ginny, brushing herself off with her hands.
"She then glanced at them and saw that Harry wasn't with them.
"Where's Harry?" she asked with worry in her voice.
The two glanced at each other and then looked back at the two girls—one, who was still just looking around and the other waiting for them to answer her.
"We don't know. He was acting very worried and scared and the next we knew, we were here," Ron told her.
Luna just nodded that she understood, though she was worried now about both Neville and Harry.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Where he came back to life," answered a childlike voice.
The four turned around and saw Grace watching them with a cute smile on her face.
"You're that girl from before," stated Ginny.
Grace just giggled and glanced up at the sky.
"It's about time… Come with me," she told them and stated to walk away from them.
The four glanced at each other, shrugged, and followed her. They walked a little away from the Riddle gravesite, but were still within view of it. She stopped next to one of the graves that had a small fence around it. She pushed herself up and sat on it. She then crossed her legs and smiled a little sadly at them.
Luna walked up to her and watched her for awhile.
"What are you?" she asked with her dream-like voice.
The little one smiled at her, and looked over all of them.
"I'm the Keeper of the Past. My mother calls me Grace. This is my home," she stated with pride in her voice and a little sadness, too.
"Keeper of the Past?" asked Hermione with a confused voice.
The girl nodded, smiling at her a little.
"What my daughter is trying to tell you is that she holds the past in this graveyard," stated an older female-like voice. The five turned their heads to the voice.
Out of the light fog, the Princess of Atlantis walked up to her daughter and hugged her. She then turned to the others, who were a little shocked to see her here.
"Your daughter?" asked Ron.
"Yes, my daughter," the Princess told him and with a smile.
"What does she mean, 'The Keeper of the Past?'" asked Ginny before Hermione could.
The Princess just smiled at them. Looking at her watch, she saw that she indeed had a little time before the next test would start.
"Every living thing in this world has a past to it. There are some people, if not all, who have something in their past they wish to bury and to never have come back to them, or a dead memory. Those memories, dreams, come here and lay to rest.
"My daughter watches over those thoughts, and keeps them safe until that person is ready to deal with them. When the four of you entered this graveyard, all your painful past memories came back to life in the form of whatever was around you," she told them.
They thought about it, but it wasn't until then that Luna thought of something.
"If that is true, then why have I not seen my mother die again? Or maybe something of Ron's or Hermione's pasts, because so far all I have seen is Ginny's and whatever happened here," she said, trying to put something together that wasn't adding up.
The Princess just smiled at her while her daughter just giggled.
"Luna, my dear, not every one of you has a painful past that stops them from being who they are, and need to be," she stated.
Ron, Ginny, and Hermione just looked a little confused. Luna, on the other hand, was in deep thought. Ginny turned to her best friend and asked her what was she talking about. Luna smiled at her and told her that she had an idea but needed all the facts before she could say anything. Ginny nodded and understood.
"Princess, do you know where Neville and Harry are?" asked Ron.
"They have a different test to finish before the final one," stated Grace, answering for her mother.
The four glanced over to the Princess, who just nodded, indicating that what her daughter said was the truth. The Princess felt a change and knew it was time.
"My dear children, it's time; Grace, watch over them," she stated and then disappeared.
Ginny was about to ask something when they heard another thud. They glanced around and saw Harry, but a young-looking Harry, and another person that they all couldn't believe—Cedric, alive and well. They all had shocked looks, even Luna. Grace would have laughed at them if it wasn't for what was about to happen.
It was like watching a movie to the four. (A/N- All words are from the fourth movie)
Harry and Cedric were on the ground, the Portkey flew away from them.
"You okay?" asked Cedric.
"Yeah. You?" asked Harry, getting up along with Cedric.
"Where are we?" Cedric asked, looking around.
"I've been here before," Harry said, looking around also.
"It's a Portkey…" Cedric said glancing over at the cup, "Harry, the cup is a Portkey."
"I've been here before, in a dream," Harry stated, starting to get upset and worried. He then glanced at the name that was on the tombstone with the grim reaper.
"Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!" he yelled almost panicking.
"What are you talking about?" Cedric asked, a little confused on what was going on. Harry's scar started to burn. It was a lot of pain at once. He started to scream.
"Harry! What is it?" Cedric asked.
"Get back to the cup!" Harry told him in between the pain. It was then that Cedric saw someone holding something alive in his arms coming towards them.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Cedric yelled at him.
"Kill the spare," hissed a voice that everyone could hear.
"Avada Kedavra!"
As Cedric was hit with the killing spell, Harry yelled.
"NO! Cedric!"
Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and somewhat Luna were in a state of shock, and horror. They saw the whole thing—Lord Voldemort coming back to life, dueling with Harry, their wands connecting, the ghosts helping Harry—and then, in a flash of light, everything was gone other than them. Ginny, Hermione, and Luna had tears in their eyes, Ron was in too much shock to do anything.
Grace just looked at them and shook her head. She'd never liked seeing the death of anyone, and she really didn't like seeing people getting hurt by someone else at a level that should have never happened, but it does. Luna turned to her and shook her head.
"This is Harry's memory isn't it?" she asked while trying to wipe her tears away.
The little one just smiled at her a little and nodded her head.
"Why did we see that?" asked Ron, his voice sounding upset, but not because he was mad, but because he was upset about what they'd just seen.
"To better understand why things are happening to you, and also to show you why Harry is acting the way he is," she stated with a little giggle. She then told them that it was time, and she then disappeared. The four looked around for her.
"Where'd she go?"asked Ginny.
"I don't know, but I don't have a good feeling about this," stated Hermione.
Luna just nodded that she totally understood. They started to hear the church bell again, and the graveyard started to change.
While this was going on, Neville landed with a thud. He glanced around and saw that he was next to a small lake or pond, with forest around him. He got up and kept glancing around.
"Ginny? Luna!" he called out. He didn't get a reply.
"Where are you?" he asked more to himself than to anyone, really.
He turned around and looked up. There was a full moon out but other than that there was not much to go on. It wasn't until he glanced across the pond that he saw a body slowly getting up. It looked like Harry, but younger.
"Is this another test?" he asked himself. He didn't have much time to think because it started to get cold. He glanced up again and saw the one thing he wished he didn't.
"Dementors," stated a voice behind him.
Neville turned around and saw the King of Atlantis walking out of the forest, with a small-looking silvery phantom shape that looked to be a small mouse. He smiled at him and stood next to him.
Neville started to remember his mother's and father's screams. He shook his head trying to get rid of it. He took out his wand and pointed it at the Dementor.
"Expecto Patronum!" Neville yelled.
A small mist came out of his wand, but then stopped.
"Every good, my boy, but you have to remember what your friend told you to fully make it work," stated the King who then just walked away, back into the forest and out of sight.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" asked Neville. He glanced back at his friend and saw Harry also cast the spell and, like Neville's, it was just a mist that didn't last long. Neville knew Harry had a powerful Patronus, so why wasn't he using it?
Neville then heard a loud bark come from around him. He glanced around, thinking at the same time.
"Now what?" he stated.
Then he heard it, that same still voice.
"Human, what did your leader tell you about that spell?"
"Cerberus?" Neville asked, a little confused, then thought about what his guardian stated.
"What did Harry say?" he thought very hard. It was getting harder to concentrate and think because his mother and father kept screaming, over and over again. Then it came to him.
"Make it a powerful memory—the happiest you can remember—allow it to fill you up," stated a voice like Harry's in his head.
Neville closed his eyes and thought of the happiest he'd felt. Then it came to him—the day that he and his true friend came to help Harry. He felt happy because he was with the people who cared about him, and he cared about them, too. But most of all, he felt that he loved someone, and hoped that she would love him the same way in return.
He reopened his eyes, which started to glow, and in a quick movement he cast the spell and yelled, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
The light from his wand was so bright that it was as if he was looking at the sun, in a way. Then it happened—out of nowhere a silvery ferret phantom ran across pond and drove the Dementors away.
"A ferret?" he asked himself, a little confused.
"Indeed, a ferret," stated a male's voice that he knew very well.
"Remus?" asked Neville turning around and seeing his favorite teacher walking towards him.
"Well done, Neville," Remus told him with a smile on his face.
"Why a ferret?" he asked his teacher with a confused voice.
"Don't look so down about it, Neville, ferrets are the most cunning animals there are; they're playful and very friendly, but against a snake it becomes a deadly hunter in its own right mind," Remus told him with a smile.
"NO!" yelled a voice that sounded a lot like Harry's.
"Harry!" yelled Neville. Turning around he didn't see him anywhere.
"Go to him, Neville," stated Remus, pushing Neville a little too hard.
Neville lost his balance and fell into the pond, and stated to sink deeper into it, all the while he kept hearing Harry scream.
As the time passed with the others, Harry was in a world of his own. He kept walking, never knowing where he was going. His mind kept replaying Credic's death and his godfather's. He continued his aimless walking until something caught his eye. He saw five tombstones with white crystal, with the names of his friends on them.
"They're dead, but how, when, I thought…" he stated and turned around to see that Hermione and Ron weren't there. He turned back to where his friends lay. Tears were coming to his eyes. He couldn't believe he'd done it again. He'd led his friends to their deaths.
"I told you not to come, but no, you had to," he yelled at the graves. A light rain started. He knelt down on the grass, and bowed his head.
"Why did it hurt so much? Why did you come?" he asked himself between sobs. He stayed like that for awhile, stuck in his own guilt and sadness. It wasn't until he didn't feel any raindrops on him that he slowly glanced up and saw a shadow of a person, holding something above their head.
"If you're here to kill me, just do it now, I won't stop you…" he told them without any angry or feeling.
"Why would I kill someone who didn't lose anything?" asked a childlike voice.
Harry slowly turned his head around to see the same little girl who his friends had seen.
"Who are you?" he asked, a little confused as to why a little girl was there.
"I'm Grace, and you are?" she asked nicely.
Harry was simply watching her, just a little shocked that she didn't know him.
"Harry, just Harry," he stated to her, fully turning around to get a better look at her.
She just smiled at him a little, and in return he did as well.
"Why are you crying?" she asked nicely.
"I lost my family, friends, and myself," he stated truthfully.
"How?" she asked in a childlike way that was just trying to figure out what was wrong.
Harry just laugh insane-like, and bowed his head.
"I killed them, it was me that led them to their deaths," he stated darkly.
"Oh, why did you kill them? Didn't you love them?" she asked, a little upset that he'd said that.
"Yes, but they kept getting in the way and saving me when I should have been the one that should have died, not them," he stated to cry again.
"Did they love you?" she asked, moving a little closer to him.
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything if they're dead?" he asked her, still not looking up.
"My mother told me once that if someone died saving you from yourself, and all the evil in the world, you would in time understand why they did that," she told him, trying to remember everything her mother had told her.
Harry just glanced up at her with a confused face.
"Would it help if I sang to you?" she asked with a little hope in her eyes that he would say yes. Harry saw that, smiled a little, and some a laugh came out, and then just kept coming. The little girl just laughed along with him. It felt so good to laugh.
After awhile Harry got control of himself. He looked at the little girl and smiled a little. She in return smiled back at him.
"Harry, your friends are alive and well. All you have to do is walk through that archway, and you will see them," she told him, pointing to the exit of the graveyard.
Harry glanced at her and felt a little at peace. Looking away from her, he saw that the tombstones were gone. He then turned around to ask what was going on, but there was no one there. Glancing around, he still saw no one, so he got up and slowly walked around to the arch. He saw the sun rising higher in the sky. He felt that he could do this, but he needed his friends. He then walked through the archway.
As he came through to the other side, he stopped dead in his tracks. He was back to the one place he wished he wasn't. He was in the death chamber at the Department of Mysteries. He glanced around, seeing that it was just like he remembered, but there wasn't anyone around. He then started to walk away from the arch.
"I see you have finally made it to the final test, Harry," stated a voice that was male. Harry turned around and pulled out his wand and pointed it at this person. A man in a black robe with a hood that was covering this face walked out of the arch, after him came another person and another. Six in total came out of the arch.
Harry could tell that three were males and the others were female. They all had wands, but not pointing at anyone, yet. Harry knew that this wasn't good. They didn't look like Death Eaters, but, then again, he didn't know what to think right now.
"Who are you?!" he yelled at them, moving a little ways from them and closer to a boulder, just in case he needed to hide behind something. He remembered they were a big help the last time he was here. (A/N- The Death Chamber is the one from the movie)
"Who we are is nothing more than shadows of the past, so if you must call us something, I think Shadows would be the just fine," stated the female next to the first male that came in.
Harry had a funny feeling that this person was just a passing thought, and then he hit his head at his own bad joke. Then he made his first mistake, but cast a Protego spell just in time before a red-looking spell hit him. He then took cover behind the boulder.
"Come now, Harry, it's time to see what you can really do!" stated a woman from the far end.
"This is mad," Harry told himself and cast a Expelliarmus at one of the shadows. They just sidestepped it. He then just moved a little before a part of the boulder was destroyed by a very powerful Reducto curse. It cut him a little, but that was about it. He moved his hand to his face and felt blood.
He then cast his own Reducto curse—it was nice to see that at least they had to move out of the way of his spell, but something was telling him that he was being played with; it was like they were waiting for something. He glanced around the boulder and saw that one first male and female were the only ones casting spells at him. The others were just watching, but nothing else.
"Well, there goes my idea of them being Death Eaters," he told himself as he ducked out of the way of another Reducto curse.
"Come, Harry, is that best you can do without your friends?" sneered the first male.
Harry didn't know if this was a good idea or not, but he remembered what Levia told him in his training—that he needed to go by what he felt, and let his mind, soul, and body work as one. He moved as fast as he could go, casting a Impedimenta and a Stupefy, and then dove behind another boulder, just as two unknown curses hit where he'd been running. He knew that he couldn't keep hiding forever, but at least this would work until he could come up with some way to get out of this. He knew that he may be able to take out one of them, and maybe two if he was lucky.
Harry threw a curse at them. He felt that he needed to do something. He then heard a voice.
"Human, remember that you have all that you need within you—do not be afraid, for that is the mind-killer," stated his guardian.
Harry smiled a little at that, but he was still working on that. He felt that why not go all out, but keep a cool head. He knew through his training with the waterfall that he needed to keep his mind on what needed to be done, first, then worry about what you can't do. He felt his guardian and knew that it agreed with him. He glanced around the boulder to see two spells headed right for him.
The color was a spell he didn't know, so he ducked out of the away. He then stepped out from behind the rock and cast a Reducto aiming for the floor under their feet, and then cast a Protego. He then remembered that the kids kept moving, so he did as well. He kept throwing whatever he knew at them, while trying to stop their spells from hitting him.
He wasn't doing that bad but he was getting hit by the little curses. He drove behind another boulder. He was bleeding from the left shoulder and cuts on his face. He was a little out of breath. He glanced around and saw the same two pointing their wands at him, but something was off. No spells were coming at him, but the tips were glowing and kept doing it.
Then his eyes got very big. It hit him—they were casting a very powerful spell. Just then a very short looking spell, deep red in color, shot towards him. He scrambled moved away from the boulder as fast as he could. The spell hit the boulder with so much force that it knocked him off his feet and threw him a little ways, where he landed on his side, the wind knocked out of him.
As he tried to breathe, he saw the two shadows walking up to him. One of them kicked his wand hand, sending his wand clattering across the floor and out of reach.
"Well, Harry, I say you did somewhat well, but in the end you couldn't stand long," stated the male's voice.
"He at least started using his head, so that's a change, and also he was using what was around him to help," the female voice stated with a little hope in her voice.
Harry looked at them, with a confused face, but upset one as well. Their wands were pointing at his head. He knew it couldn't last long, but he wasn't about to give up. He started to get up, but one of them swiftly kicked him, he didn't know which one it was, and he fell back down, holding his side.
"Why are you getting up, Harry? It's not like you have a wand to fight anymore, so why get up?" asked the female, a little shocked that he was trying at all.
Harry just glared at them and started to get up again. This time a foot came to him so fast that it hit him in the head. He slid across the floor and stopped right next to the wall. He opened his eyes and saw stars, but they were fading fast. Licking his lips, he could taste blood.
He slowly started to get up, holding onto wall for support. He kept his head down, trying stop the pain that he was feeling.
"Look, love, he's still standing, how cute," stated the female, as if she was happy that he was still standing. The male just shook his head.
"Harry, just give up already. You're just going to get yourself—and everyone else—killed," he stated to the Boy Who Lived.
Harry was fighting with himself; some part of him wanted to give up and just let the end come, but another part of him was glowing strong. That part of him was coming more alive. He couldn't give up, he had to live and that part of him knew why. It wasn't because he was the one to kill the Dark Lord, it was because he had something worth fighting for: his friends—all of them, not just Ron and Hermione, but Neville, Luna and Ginny.
They had been with him and now he needed them. He knew deep down that he couldn't go at this alone; he needed help.
"I need your help! Please, I need your help!" he spoke in his mind.
"So, you going to give up on them?" the female asked again.
Harry's mouth moved but they couldn't see or hear what he said.
"I'm sorry, Harry, you're going to have to speak up," stated the male, mockingly.
"NO!" Harry screamed at them, his head shooting up towards them. They could see that his eyes were glowing and had what looked like a green fire in them that showed power and wisdom.
"I wouldn't give up, because I know what I'm fighting for," he stated with more and more power coming from him. His body had a white glow all around him. He moved his hand and his wand flew to him.
"Expelliarmus!" he screamed and backed away from them.
The spell caught the male off guard and he lost his wand, but the woman next to him cast an Accio at his wand and handed it back to him. This gave Harry time to move away from them, casting different spell at them as he went.
As Harry moved behind a boulder, he saw something he was very happy to see.
It was Hermione, Ron, Luna and Ginny. They seemed to have just figured out where they were.
Ginny glanced around, she didn't know why, but her heart was aching; it was a little like her soul was in pain. It wasn't until she saw Harry that she knew why.
"Harry!" she yelled, running over to him. The others saw him and ran over to him as well.
"Harry, what happen to you?" Ginny breathed with worry in her voice.
"Ginny…" Harry didn't have time to answer because a black-looking spell was heading straight for them. Instantly he pushed her and himself to the ground.
"Stupefy!"
"Ferula!"
"Diffindo!"
Three different voices yelled. Harry turned his head to see Luna, Hermione and Ron fighting with shadows. He glanced down at Ginny and saw her looking at him.
"You alright?" he asked, not knowing why his heart was beating fast, but, then again, he had been fighting.
"I think I should be the one to be asking you that?" she stated, and glanced down and saw that he was still holding her. She smiled at little that, but wished it wasn't only because he was protecting her.
"Locomotor Mortis!" yelled a new female voice.
The spell was heading right for Luna. Ginny's eyes glowed and she pushed Harry away, and casting the shield charm around her best friend.
"Stupefy!" she yelled at the newcomers.
Harry glanced around saw all but one of the shadows were attack them.
"What is that one waiting for?" he asked himself and quickly cast a shield charm against a spell that was coming at him. He saw Ginny and Luna fighting back to back, and the same could be said about Ron and Hermione. It wasn't long before he was in a one-on-one fight, but he kept an eye on the last shadow next to the arc.
While they were fighting, Neville fell and saw the floor come right at him, but he stopped right before he hit the floor. After hovering, suspended in the air for a moment, he then fell the rest of the way. He got up and glanced around. He was back in the Department of Mysteries.
"Well, Neville it's nice of you to join us," stated the last male voice.
Neville looked up and saw the same thing that Harry did. He could hear fighting in the background. He glanced around and saw Harry's body was glowing.
"That's new…" he stated to himself but then dove out of the way of the spell that was coming at him. All that training in the Ifrit's forest had done him a lot of good.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Incarcerous!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
As the two kept fighting Neville was getting pushed back it wasn't long before he felt a person hit his back with his own back.
"Harry?" he asked.
"Neville," Harry stated back.
"You alright?"
"Now that you guys are, I am," he stated with a powerful voice.
"Good," Neville stated and cast a spell.
The fight lasted a long time and the six students were wearing down and they knew it. They all had training but it wasn't very long, and these people seemed to know more than they did.
It wasn't until they heard a spell that only Ginny, Luna, and Neville had heard before that they knew more.
"Lunatucus!" yelled a female voice.
Next Time—Harry and everyone find out if they passed or not, but also they find out that it's time for school, and deep power is awakening. In Chapter 14—The Return