Chapter 30
A/N: Okay, lots of you have been asking why the Cullens couldn't tell that Harry and Bella were really alive. So, well...Prepare for very long explanation.
Okay, we all know how Edward is SUUUUUPER protective of Bella. She was using Occlemency, like normal, to keep Voldie dearest from discovering she was alive. So that meant Edward couldn't read her mind either. The Cullens were too far away to hear their heartbeat. Edward was heartbroken. All the Cullens were. Rosalie, on the other hand, was so furious at Voldie for killing the sister she never really got to know very well. That's why she charged at Voldie...
Edward was all "NOOOOOO!!!SHE CAN'T BE DEAD!!" So he wasn't really paying much attention to the mind-reading ability. Because all the Hogwartians' minds would have been filled with grief and sadness and pain and loss. Generally, Edward would avoid those thoughts, so he kinda tuned out the many voices, just like Jasper would avoid those feelings.
I know vamps have awesome eyesight, but even that is limited. Yes, I know it is impossible for people--except vamps, of course--to remain perfectly still, hard as we try. AND!!! The DEs & Voldie & Harry & Bella are, like, 50 yards off. That's kinda far.
Before you ask, Alice didn't see it happening because it was kind of a snap-decision. When Bella and Harry noticed the flurry of activity in the Great Hall, that was when she got a vision. (It was of Harry's and Bella's "dead bodies".) She gets visions of the future, not present or past. So she knew what they were doing--somewhat--but not exactly where they were. She only saw Voldie leading the Death Eaters through the woods, Hagrid forlornly being forced to follow, Harry and Bella dead(or so she thought). She told everyone and they were all scouring the castle for Harry and Bella...but the 2 were already in the forest, too late to stop.
On with the show...
I froze. Rosalie? Oh, no. No wonder the grunt of pain sounded fake. She was playing along. Shit. This would either end very good, or very, very badly.
"Ah, yes. I remember," he said, looking at the blond, grievous and furious young woman who was standing, unarmed and unprotected, in no-man's land between the Death Eaters and the Hogwartians. No one—not even the flipping vampires—had noticed that the two 'corpses' were moving and breathing and blinking. Wow.
But then again, they were many yards away…too far for my heartbeat to be heard. (A/N: *cough*readers*cought*)
I felt the swell of pride in my chest grow. I had been least close to Rosalie out of all the Cullens, and here she was, risking the secret out of loyalty to me?
"You are a pureblood, are you not, girl?" Voldemort asked.
She glared at him icily. "So what if I am?" she replied boldly.
"You show spirit and bravery, and you come from noble stock. You would make a very valuable Death Eater." I hid a smirk. If only he knew. "We need your kind, Rosalie Hale."
"I'll join you when hell freezes over!" she screamed, looking scarier than I'd ever seen before, like a real vampire. She shouted, "DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY! ORDER OF THE PHOENIX!"
There was a deafening roar of support in reply.
"Very well." Voldemort murmured. "On your head be it."
He flicked his wand, and Rosalie froze, all pretenses aside. Shit. Shit. Shit. It's gonna end very, very badly.
One of the windows of the castle shattered and something came flying out. It was the Sorting Hat! He set it on Rosalie's head, speaking.
"There will be no more Sortings at Hogwarts. There will only be Slytherin. It will suffice for everyone, will it not, Rosalie Hale?"
She was snarling at him, her body still rigid.
There were movements in the crowd of Hogwartians. Death Eaters were forced to keep them at bay with their wands.
"Rosalie here will be demonstrating what will happen to those who do not cooperate and are foolish enough to oppose me." He flicked his wand, and the Sorting Hat burst into flames upon Rosalie' head. I could hardly keep from calling out.
I had to act! The fire would destroy her! I couldn't just—
But then several things happened at once.
People came swarming over the walls that separated Hogwarts and the neighboring town. Grawp came lumbering yelling for Hagrid. I heard hooves clashing on the ground and the twang of bowstrings and I knew what it meant: the centaurs had joined the fight against the Death Eaters.
Confusion distracted the ones nearby. Instantly, I snatched cast a Disillusionment Charm over Harry and I.
Meanwhile, Rosalie broke free from the Body-Bind Curse and the hat fell to the ground. She drew a gleaming silver and ruby blade from it and, with a single stroke, cut off the accursed serpent's head, which spun in the air and landed at my feet. Voldemort roared in fury.
Rosalie grinned tauntingly and was gone, via vampire speed.
I ran among the battles, helping whenever I could, whoever I could, especially since I had the advantage of surprise.
Eventually, the battle was in the Great Hall, but neither side was gaining ground by much at the moment.
I used the distraction and quickly, taking advantage of the absence of the normal magical wards, Apparated into the Hospital Wing. I saw many outside the door, valiantly keeping the Death Eaters from entering the building that was filled with the injured. My heart went out to them.
I removed the Disillusionment Charm. Madam Pomfrey shrieked in surprise.
"You—you're a-alive!" she gasped, clutching her chest in shock.
I nodded. "Yeah, I am. Don't tell anyone. Not now. Listen, I know this will sound weird, but I need a Wakening Draught, immediately."
She blinked but said, "Accio Wakening Draught!"
The potion soared into her hand. She handed it to me. I nodded and took off down the room.
I past the cot I'd been on, just hours ago.
I stopped at the cot next to it. Dumbledore's cot.
I had realized something while talking with my dead parents and friends.
As I'd expected, they had not had time to move the Headmaster's 'body'. I uncorked the potion in my hands and poured it into the old Headmaster's mouth.
Sure enough, he sputtered, coughing.
He was alive after all.
Stupid Draught of Living Death.
And stupid Lord of Bad Anagrams for using it...
A/N: How many guessed that? Very few. Lol. I hated how he died, so…bingo.
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