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lilly_luna · 10-21-2008, 11:28 AM

OMG ! you just had to leave it on a cliffie ! fantastic post as always !

emjay · 10-21-2008, 02:29 PM

Oooh who is it? Dracus? Fantabulous post as always!

3uzz3ee · 10-21-2008, 05:15 PM

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Originally Posted by Krysta

I love the way Abi acts like she's never read this before

I'm not pretending!! Shh! You'll blow my secret!! XD

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"It seems a shame." She replied. "Reminds me of us. Snuggled up on the Gryffindor sofas." She added with a sigh.
"Krys, darling, you and I never snuggled on the Gryffindor sofas." He commented with a frown. Krys suddenly looked uneasy and slightly bemused as though she'd just rethought that memory.
"Er, we didn't?" she asked trying to sound innocent and not at all succeeding.

FUNNY!!

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"We, er…"
"We were tired and we…"
"Were a bit in shock!"
"You know with everything that's happened."
"And we…"
"Just fell asleep?" asked Krys, who was visibly trying not to laugh at their guilty mumblings. They both nodded enthusiastically.
"Of course." Agreed Sirius with a smirk.

I read this to my mum and she started laughing...

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The look on Krys' face said it all.
Harry didn't know why, but suddenly he was very, very afraid.

*Very big intake of breath* What!?! You can't leave it here!! POST! PLEASE!!! I'm good XD

Placids · 10-21-2008, 10:05 PM

This whole leaving-us-hanging-at-the-end-of-each-chapter thing just isn't going to work >=|

Great chapter!!!! ...of course. Why's Sirius angry though =(

TriwizardChamp12 · 10-23-2008, 09:38 PM

OMG!!!! its that one guy
:o

Krysta · 10-24-2008, 12:00 PM

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Originally Posted by lilly_luna

OMG ! you just had to leave it on a cliffie ! fantastic post as always !

Would I do that???? :evillaugh

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Originally Posted by MsMorgan

Oooh who is it? Dracus? Fantabulous post as always!

The title of the next chapter kind of gives it away....

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Originally Posted by Placids

This whole leaving-us-hanging-at-the-end-of-each-chapter thing just isn't going to work >=|

Great chapter!!!! ...of course. Why's Sirius angry though =(

You'll see, you'll see

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Originally Posted by TriwizardChamp12

OMG!!!! its that one guy
:o

D'yah think? hmmmm...

Next chapter coming up!!! It's quite shiort, so I'm posting it in one go.
xxxx

Krysta · 10-24-2008, 12:04 PM

Chapter 24: Caeleb

"Oh God."
Krys took a step backwards. Cruel, insane and yet loving eyes smiled back.
"Not quite my dear, but not far off."
Harry looked from one to the other, shaking in fear. Harry cried out in surprise as Voldemort suddenly gripped both of his shoulders, having stolen up behind him and Harry could hear a slight chuckle come from his captor again. Krys was almost shaking.
"Caeleb."
Krys whispered the name in horror and disbelief. Harry's eyes narrowed in confusion. He knew that name, but where had he heard it before?
"My darling, sister. You look surprised to see Me." The man took a step out of the shadows that had concealed him and Harry gasped in horror. One side of the man's handsome face was covered in severe scars, making his skin look almost molten. He looked Harry directly in the eye and Harry shuddered. Looking into the ice blue eyes was like looking into evil itself. Dracus had been nothing compared to this creature.

"I'm sorry if my appearance disturbs your friend, sister…" he moved closer to Krysta slowly, who just stood there, tears pouring silently down her face. He was so close to her now that she must have been able to feel his breath on her face. He stroked her cheek with long supple fingers. "…But since you were the one that did this to me…" he whispered to her. She didn't flinch when he touched her but instead looked up into his eyes pleadingly, almost longingly.
Who was this man? Why did he keep calling her sister? As far as Harry knew she had no brother.

He continued to stroke her cheek softly, affectionately it seemed to Harry. There was something happening between the two people that Harry couldn't put his finger on. A strange force existed between them that Harry couldn't describe, but he could feel it as though it were electricity.
"You've missed me, haven't you, my darling. I can feel it in your skin." He breathed his words so Harry could only just hear them.
"Please." She moaned and he smiled in response.
"Yes, my darling. I can give you everything. All you need to do is ask." He whispered, running a finger over her trembling lips.
"Let them go." She asked, looking into his eyes. He looked suddenly sad and shook his head.
"I promised my friend, here Krysta. I can't break a promise now can I?" he mocked her, teasingly and as she whimpered in despair he hushed her and wrapped her up in arms that seemed to consume her. He rocked her as she sobbed against him. It was a strange act. Harry felt dizzy and confused. This man was evil and cruel but there was such compassion in him.

"Hush now darling, there is no need for tears." He told her kindly and Harry's stomach lurched when the man licked a tear from Krysta's cheek. He felt suddenly very sick.
"So sweet, you are. Just like your Mother." He told her softly, licking his lips. She whimpered again, this time in inner torment. "She would have been so proud of you." He continued. "Who would have thought that it would be you who finally outwitted my father? Yes she would have been so proud. As would my own Mother of course." He added.

"Your Father lives." Hissed Voldemort, gripping Harry's arms even stronger. The mystical connection that had existed between the man and Krys seemed to temporarily dissolve as the man's attention was drawn to Voldemort and his prisoner. He looked directly at Voldemort for a moment and then shook his head.
"Oh no, my dear Lord Voldemort. My Father has not lived for nearly five thousand years." He spoke calmly and reflectively. Harry winced in pain as the grip tightened once more.
Caeleb had moved so that he stood behind Krysta, her back pressed against his chest. He'd slipped an arm around her waist, holding her gently. She didn't try to resist; Harry had the feeling that she was beyond that right now. She was under his spell entirely.
"And now…he will finally pay for his crimes. For the death of my Mother…and for my murder." He leant his scarred face against Krysta's cheek and Harry's stomach churned again. She however reacted by pressing her cheek back against his.
"Who would have thought he was doing me a favour?" he asked mockingly.

"My little sister's very beautiful don't you think, Tom?" he asked and Harry felt a reaction from Voldemort, though he could not see his face to determine what it was.
"Yes." Caeleb spoke for him and Harry was beginning to catch on. This was the son that Khallindrae had bore Dracus Hugo; the son he had sacrificed in return for his eternal life. But then that also meant he was related to Krysta who was descended from Khallindrae's only other child, her daughter.

"So beautiful." He repeated, softly. "Just like my Mother. Just like my poor, foolish Mother. She thought she could save me too." He spoke in a sad tone. He tilted Krysta's head, who now seemed to be in some kind of trance. It was almost as though she wanted this. Her pale neck shone in the moonlight and Caeleb lowered his head briefly caressing it with his lips before looking up at Voldemort one more time.
"Have you ever tasted her, Tom? I've wanted to taste her since she was a child." A sigh escaped Krysta's lips and a gentle moan. Caeleb continued his narration. "I watched her for hours at a time as she slept. I remember the first time she transfigured; I was so proud of her and I knew then!" he exclaimed in awe.
"I knew she would be the one. I always knew. I knew she would be the one to end it all. And all I wanted was to taste her." He was gazing at her throat hungrily and then he suddenly looked up at Harry.

"You know, don't you, boy? The passion that flows through you when they touch you inside. I can see it imprinted on you. It burns through your flesh, I can sense it from miles away. Did she let you taste her, boy?" Harry moaned in response. He was wrong. He didn't feel that way about Hermione.
"Poor fool. He doesn't even know." Caeleb shook his head sadly. "Maybe one day, your witch will let you savour her."

Harry relaxed slightly but only for a moment and he was yanked harshly by the monster holding him.
"The boy goes no where." Voldemort hissed.
Caeleb regarded Voldemort with a little impatience.
"Haven't you worked it out yet, Tom? You cannot harm this boy. He is a part of you now. You live because of him, your one mistake. You brought this upon yourself, Tom. You sealed your fate the day you took his blood into your veins."
Harry could feel the anger seething in Voldemort now and he gasped in pain as his claw-like nails dug into the flesh on Harry's arms.
"Enough of this, Dracus. I have upheld my end of the bargain. I have delivered the woman to you."
"Where she belongs, with me." Agreed Caeleb, nuzzling Krys' neck again.
"Your father is where he belongs, now it is time for you to deliver your end of the bargain." Hissed Voldemort ignoring the display of affection before him.

"You have no soul, Tom. I do not understand your wish. What can you offer my master if you have no soul?" asked Caeleb, wrapping both arms around Krys' body. She responded by leaning against him and covering his arms with her own. Harry shuddered and was only grateful Sirius was not here to see this; it would have killed him.
"That is no concern of yours."
"You gave up your soul long ago. You have nothing to offer."
"You will uphold your end of the bargain." Hissed Voldemort and Caeleb looked up momentarily from his affectionate study of Krys' face.
"Very well, Tom. Your wish is my command."

Harry screamed with surprise more than fear when the flash of lighting lit up the heavens, accompanied simultaneously by a clap of thunder. Voldemort suddenly released his grip on him and Harry was thrown several feet to one side landing just inches from the feet of Krysta and Caeleb Dracus. He shuffled backwards on his bottom and hands until he bumped into Krys' legs. He cried out in shock when another lightning bolt split the night in two, landing on the spot where Voldemort stood.
Harry's scream continued in horror as Voldemort's body shook violently in mid air, suspended there by the lightning itself that seemed to stem from nowhere.
As quickly as it had appeared it vanished again and Voldemort's body was hurled to the ground once more where he continued to shake and spasm in agony.
"Congratulations Lord Voldemort." Announced Caeleb, sounding genuinely surprised.
"It would appear that the Great Lord Krynd Sh'a is willing to hear you after all."

Harry's mouth fell open in a silent cry of horror. Voldemort was about to offer himself to Krynd Sh'a. And if Krynd Sh'a accepted him, agreed to take his soul, then Voldemort would become like Dracus, a creature of the night.
Worse than that, Voldemort was a powerful wizard and would become like Caeleb himself; a vampire with the ability to influence magic, which was a powerful creature indeed.
Harry's horror was reaching overload. This could not be allowed to happen. If Voldemort was this powerful and this evil now, what kind of a monster would he be as a soulless fiend.

But the thought that horrified Harry more than anything was that as a vampire in control of powerful magics beyond anyone's imagination, Lord Voldemort would be practically indestructible.

He screamed in terror as his wild imagination was rudely interrupted by a hand clamping itself around his wrist. He tried to struggle away from whoever it was but when the hand immediately let go he stopped and turned to look at them. Relief flooded into him and he pulled Hermione close to him.
"It's too late." He shouted, his voice drowned out by the storm. Hermione shook her head, her hair was hanging straight now, it was so wet. She looked so different all of a sudden. Something about her had changed.
"We need to stop him before he gets taken." She yelled back and Harry turned to look at the writhing body of Voldemort just feet away from them. Somehow Hermione knew exactly what was about to happen, but right now he didn't care how.
"He will be taken into Hell, where he will be judged. If Krynd Sh'a likes the song he's singing he'll send him back…as a fully fledged vampire." She announced, her sentence drowned in places by the thunder.
"Yeah, only with a few extras." Replied Harry and Hermione nodded. They both looked anxiously around them for some kind of inspiration.

"How do we stop him now?" Harry shouted over the noise of the storm. Hermione shrugged.
"We may already by too late." She answered and Harry felt a sickening sinking feeling in his stomach. A sharp sensation in the back pocket of his jeans caught his attention and he retrieved Voldemort's wand holding it in front of him, staring at it as though it may suddenly present a solution. He could hear Caeleb's faint chuckling behind him but he pushed it away. A force was running through Harry, one he had come to recognise: fate. Something inside him felt like he'd been heading towards this moment all his life.
In a flash of clarity he realised that if they were to do anything, they had to do it now.
Shaking with adrenalin and fear he staggered to his feet, pushing Hermione behind him. He brandished the wand firmly in his right hand and closed his eyes.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Red eyes glinted. Deathly laughter drowned the thunder and if anyone had been listening very closely they would have heard his last sneered words of vengeance before he was taken into oblivion.
"Touché"

In the calm that followed, the sky had cleared and the trees were still. Only three figures remained in the glade, only one of which moved.
The only sounds were the sobs of the girl who cradled a limp body in her arms, weeping into his tangled hair. Her pale fingers gave up searching for the pulse that eluded them and she moaned in despair.
Harry Potter was dead.

lilly_luna · 10-24-2008, 03:00 PM

wow amazing chapter but Harry dead

oh well i guess he's better of dead now then killed by vampires later...

Placids · 10-24-2008, 07:08 PM

Wait.....what now??? HARRY'S DEAD?!?

That was a great chapter and everything but...but... =(

TriwizardChamp12 · 10-25-2008, 01:14 AM

What the shisnit?
how can harry die
did he kill himself?

p.s quikie i know everyone is all wraped up in harry but....
are krysta and that guy like.....related?
cause that would be creepy
XD

Krysta · 10-25-2008, 07:57 PM

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Originally Posted by TriwizardChamp12

What the shisnit?
how can harry die
did he kill himself?

p.s quikie i know everyone is all wraped up in harry but....
are krysta and that guy like.....related?
cause that would be creepy
XD

Basically, he did what Voldemort did 14 years earlier. The AK backfired an hit Harry. That's why Voldie said "touché".

Now as for Krysta and Caeleb...Krysta is the several thousand generations removed grandaughter of Khallindrae's daughter. (Caeleb's half sister).
It is a bit creepy. He's obsessed with his Mother's bloodline. Just try to remember that he's insane and she's kind of enchanted.

Placids · 10-25-2008, 09:00 PM

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Just try to remember that he's insane and she's kind of enchanted.

Great disclaimer =)

Krysta · 10-26-2008, 01:05 PM

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Originally Posted by TriwizardChamp12

What the shisnit?
how can harry die
did he kill himself?

p.s quikie i know everyone is all wraped up in harry but....
are krysta and that guy like.....related?
cause that would be creepy
XD

Can I just say: "shisnit" is my new favrite word.

BABYFAYCETM · 10-28-2008, 05:04 PM

alright...i am totally lost in the harry dying/killing himself thing...
but other than that...yay!!!
sorry i havent posted much...sometimes i read and go =]

lovely
PAMS=]

xo, Padfoot

Krysta · 10-29-2008, 09:24 AM

Beyond

He could only see…nothing.
There was…nothing.
He looked down at his feet to discover that he had none, and when he waved his hands in front of him, discovered they too did not exist.
He had no body. He just…was.
He couldn't even close his eyes…he had none.

It was just a beautifully brilliant white light. It didn't hurt to look. It was peaceful. It surrounded him, warm and soft as eiderdown. It flowed through him, part of him, constantly moving and shifting as a mighty wave.

He could feel sensations that he could not understand.
Emotions.
Presences.
He was feeling other souls: gentle, welcoming beings existing in neither body, time or space; reaching out for him wanting him with them.

And as he felt himself join with them, he became part of an ever-expanding sea of eternal consciousness.

TriwizardChamp12 · 10-30-2008, 01:29 AM

WOW :o
is that like the prologue or something
cause that would suck if it ended

BABYFAYCETM · 10-30-2008, 12:15 PM

wow. that was beautiful krysta. =]
PAMS soon love.

xo, Padfoot

p.s. me and Sam miss RP-ing with you!! you should go to Mason's Manor in the vanishing cabinet...we're there most of the time. we'd love to see you there! =] LOVE YOU!

Krysta · 10-30-2008, 02:50 PM

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WOW :o
is that like the prologue or something
cause that would suck if it ended

No, it's more like an interval. Don't panic. I'll post the next bit now and put you out of your misery

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wow. that was beautiful krysta. =]
PAMS soon love.

xo, Padfoot

p.s. me and Sam miss RP-ing with you!! you should go to Mason's Manor in the vanishing cabinet...we're there most of the time. we'd love to see you there! =] LOVE YOU!

Thank you Hailey! I'll pop over some time when I have some time tonight. Although if you wanna rp with the grooviest set of rp writers on the web (lol) you should come and join Jade's site (alyweasley), where anything goes

. I'll PM you the address if you're interested. xxxx

Krysta · 10-30-2008, 02:56 PM

Chapter 25: Aftermath

"Where is he?"
"Sirius…"
"WHERE IS HE?"
"Listen, Sirius, prepare yourself."

Sirius pushed his way to the front, almost immediately falling backwards in shock and dismay. He reached out with one hand and touched the boy's head, cupping his forehead and hair.
He didn't say anything. He couldn't. He angrily fought back the lump in his throat and the tears that threatened his eyes. His entire body was shaking with shock and rage.

"Who did it? Was it Voldemort?"
Hermione shook her head, still wiping tears from her grubby cheeks. Sirius whipped 'round and glared at the dishevelled body in a pile in the corner. Someone had covered her with a cloak but wild black eyes peered out from behind the bedraggled curtain of hair that covered Krys' face. Her bloodstained hand was clutching at her throat, covering the wound there.
"Was it Caeleb?" Sirius asked again, his voice shaking with rage. Hermione shook her head again.
"It was…an accident, Sirius. I'm not entirely sure how it happened. Harry…" began Hermione and then broke into hysterical sobbing at the mere utterance of his name. An unlikely figure placed a hand on her shoulder and Hermione looked up at Professor Snape who looked at her blankly. She frowned, unnerved by the gesture, but somehow managed to control her tears.
"Voldemort was going to be taken. Harry tried to stop him before it could happen. But…there was some kind of shield protecting Voldemort…Harry's curse backfired…"
Sirius closed his eyes and shook his head, his thumb stroking Harry's forehead.

"How could you let this happen?" he asked and Hermione was taken aback. She opened her mouth unsure of what her response should be. After all, he was right wasn't he? She was to blame. She should have stopped him.
A movement behind her stopped her train of thought and she realised that Sirius' comment had been aimed at someone else.
Krys was writhing uncomfortably on the floor, and a whimper left her hidden lips. Her eyes continued to stare out at the body lying on the stone alter. Sirius turned around to face her.
"Where is he?" he asked firmly and coldly. The intensity in her eyes increased, but her gaze never left Harry's body.
"Gone." Came the croaky response. Hermione knew her wound had damaged her throat in more ways than one.
"And your darling brother?" Sirius asked again, his voice vacant of emotion.
For the first time her gaze flickered and she closed her eyes turning her head away. She was mumbling now, to herself so that no one else could hear. Sirius released a long breath and turned away from her.
"I was so sure it wasn't meant to end like this." Hermione whispered just as someone crashed into the chamber.
Ron went straight to Hermione and they embraced fiercely, holding each other as though for dear life. But then Ron stopped dead as the body caught his eye. He let go of the girl and slowly moved to Harry's side, his mouth falling open in horror.

"This isn't happening." He murmured. He stared down at his friend's corpse as though expecting the eyes to open and a smile to bloom, declaring the whole thing to be a joke. It had to be right? This didn't happen. Harry was the hero. This was all wrong.
Deep down Ron had always known that he was to be the first to go. It was his fate, just as it was Harry's to destroy Voldemort. There was a plan for everyone and Ron knew that this wasn't it.
It couldn't end like this.
"No." a voice croaked behind him. He turned to find that Krys had staggered to her feet and was clinging to a cracked stone pillar, her face still half covered by her bloodied hair. She was so pale and purple rings had appeared around her eyes...but in her eyes was a fire and Ron couldn't look away from her.
"You're right." She said to him and to him alone. "It's not to be like this. Someone's changing the rules."
He continued to stare at her. No one else even seemed to have noticed her; they all continued to stare at the body on the alter.
"Only the hero dies for his cause." She continued.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"One is a Champion, the other a hero. Do you know which is which, Ron?" she asked him, tilting her head to one side. He thought he understood.
"Harry is the champion. I am the hero." He replied and she smiled.
"Every hero has their fate, Ron Weasley."
"Every magic has its legacy." He replied as she nodded.
"Every player has their secret." She told him and he looked at Hermione.
"Even if they don't know it." He said and she nodded again.
"A hero will die today, Ron." She told him and he felt a knot in his stomach. "But it shall not be you."
"The rules have changed." He repeated her previous statement. She nodded once more.
"Do you know Merlin's Law, Ron?" she asked and the boy shook his head.
"When you use magic to change the rules…it comes back…times three."

He felt like he'd just been pulled into the eye of a whirlwind, though the sensation only lasted for a second. When he opened his eyes again everything seemed normal. Hermione was shivering and he moved over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She leant against him gratefully and continued to shake, the shock clearly getting the better of her. Ron was kind of confused. What had she meant exactly? He turned to ask her and cried out in surprise to find the space by the stone pillar empty

"Where'd she go?" he cried and Sirius and Professor Snape spun around to see what the fuss was about.
"Who?" Snape asked, quietly.
"Krys. She was standing there just seconds ago and she's disappeared." He announced looking around the room expecting her to be hiding in a corner somewhere. Sirius was glancing around half-heartedly.
"Maybe she took the hint and left." He said bitterly and Ron felt Hermione recoil from the words.
"But I was just talking to her, she can't have gone that quickly, not in the state she was in. She could barely stand up."
"What are you talking about, Ron?" asked Hermione looking up at him.
"Just now we were talking about…well you were standing right there, you must have heard." He said, looking at each person in turn. Snape and Sirius exchanged a confused yet suspicious expression and Hermione frowned up at him.
"Ron you haven't said a word for about ten minutes. You were just standing there with your eyes closed." She told him. He stared at her for a few seconds, his face blank.
"No, I was talking to her. She was standing by that pillar talking to me." He insisted. Hermione was shaking her head.
"What did she tell you?" asked Snape, suddenly. Ron looked at him and it was clear that Snape believed him.
"She said that…someone had changed the rules, that this wasn't meant to be happening. She said that…" he trailed off. He felt the part about heroes very personally and wasn't inclined to share it.
"She said that someone else would die today, and something about Merlin's Law." Snape frowned but seemed very thoughtful.
"And then she disapparated." Snape announced and Sirius snorted.
"Don't be ridiculous, there's no way she had the strength for that." He scoffed and Snape stared back.
"But she had the strength to have a telepathic conversation with him." Snape retorted gesturing at Ron.
"And you can't apparate on Hogwarts grounds." Announced Ron looking at Hermione for support, who merely smiled weakly and tightened her arm around him, as though afraid of falling down.
"We're not on Hogwarts grounds though…are we?"

*

Ginny rubbed her wrists wincing at the ugly red marks on them. She smiled thankfully as George handed her and Fred a damp cloth before sitting down very, very close to his twin and began carefully cleaning the nasty gash on Fred's cheek. Ginny watched her brothers, a lump in her throat. George must have been frantic. To lose a brother is one thing, but to lose your twin…
She stared at her hand as a tingle ran through her fingers and something around her neck twitched.
"What's wrong?" asked Fred quick to notice the frown on her face. Ginny touched the chain around her neck and shrugged.
"Nothing I guess." She answered, running the tips of her fingers over the pendant beneath the neckline of her top. Just as she turned her attention back to her wrists another twitch followed by a short buzz of light electricity made her grab the necklace with a gasp. The skin across her collarbone was tingling like crazy and her head spun. Fred was by her side in seconds and as she forced herself to look at his face the sensation was immediately over. Fred however was staring at his little sister in shock and stumbled back a step.
"What?" she asked looking at him offended slightly. Fred took a small mirror from Ginny's bag and handed it to her.
"Your eyes." he said, his voice shaking. She frowned at him as though he were being ridiculous, but George was looking at her with equal shock. She looked into the mirror and cried out in surprise.
Staring back at her were emerald green eyes…and they most definitely weren't hers.

*

"We can't just leave him there!" cried Ron staggering through the trees after Sirius.
"He's safe there."
"He's dead there!"
"Ron…"
"No Hermione. I'm not about to leave the body of my best friend lying alone in the woods."
"That place is sacred, Ron. It's probably the safest place for him." Hermione continued.
"I understand how you feel, Ron, really I do. I loved that boy too, but Hermione's right. We don't know what we'll find at Hogwarts when we get there. Right now, the temple is the best place for him." Ron didn't look convinced by Sirius's words but he followed the group through the forest in silence, a scowl burnt into his face.

emjay · 10-31-2008, 12:16 AM

That was good... Wonder what's up with Ginny and cryptic messages to Ron... Good to see the twins reunited!

lilly_luna · 10-31-2008, 04:12 AM

sooo good ! yey gin and the twins are alive but harry's still dead, isn't he...

TriwizardChamp12 · 11-01-2008, 05:08 PM

wow :o
cool connection ginny's got with the dead happening
WAIT........omg she doesnt know that he is dead does she
this is gonna get interesting

Krysta · 11-09-2008, 07:41 PM

Chapter 25, Part 2

"Ginny, talk to me." Demanded Fred holding his sister's hands in his looking at her with utmost concern.
"Ginny, dear can you hear me?" Professor McGonagall was sat beside her student also with a similar look of worry on her face. Ginny was shaking and trembling, her hand clutching the pendant around her neck.
When her eyes opened they were still emerald-coloured and danced as though on fire.
"They're too late. They're too late." She moaned over and over again. Her voice sounded wrong and her brother stared at her in horror as though looking into the face of a stranger.
"This wasn't meant to be." She continued and the few people left in the Ravenclaw common room were exchanging looks of discomfort.

Most of the people rescued from the underground temple had already been sent home to their families but a few remained and had all clubbed together to find sanctuary in the Ravenclaw den until news of the people still out there should reach them. Sharon and Heather where among them for which the twins had been grateful.
Sharon had refused to be sent home with her own twin brother until she had heard word of her aunt, and Heather had shown the same attitude towards news of her friends. She had also added when Professor McGonagall had argued, that home for her was Philadelphia and she wasn't about to make a transatlantic trip just now.
What Heather hadn't told anyone was that she had no intention of leaving Sharon here unguarded, the reason for which she'd kept to herself for good reason. There was after all something about the American that she had neglected to tell her friends. She turned to look at the figure chained in the corner with a glint in her eye then glanced at the door.
They should have been here by now.

*

"Wait, Sirius! Hermione what's wrong?" Ron stopped suddenly when Hermione stopped dead in front of him. They had already reached the lake by now and the school was barely minutes away.
Sirius stopped and turned around, then jogged over to them, placing a hand on her shoulder whilst Snape looked impatient.
"We don't have time for this." He called but no one paid any attention.
Hermione was staring out at the lake in wonder, almost horror. She was playing with Lily's pendant and a glassy look had filled her eyes.
"Almost time. He's almost ready." She murmured and Sirius frowned.
"Who's ready?" he asked.
"You keep asking the wrong questions." She told him, still staring out at the lake.
Sirius took a deep breath and looked at Hermione with a hard stare.
"Ready for what?" he asked. This time she turned from the lake and looked right into the man's eyes.
"Ready to make the bargain."

*

"Lily? Lily can you hear me?"
Heather had finally given up keeping quiet. She dropped to one knee beside Fred and looked deep into Ginny's eyes. She stared back a faint smile on her lips.
"Lily is here." Ginny said and Heather released a deep breath. "Mother and Father are both here." She confirmed, tilting her head to one side. Heather frowned.
"Are you Lily?" she asked and the girl's expression changed.
"No. Lily is Mother." Ginny told them. Heather's mouth opened wide in shock.
"Oh my god." She muttered.
"It can't be." Professor McGonagall sounded completely confused.
"What are you talking about?" asked George, sounding angry, and clutching his sister's hand firmly. "What's going on, what's wrong with her."
"Nothing." Heather answered. She looked at Ginny again and took a deep breath. "Who are you?" she asked carefully. Ginny smiled cheekily like a small child before answering.
"Amy."

*

Ron held Hermione's hand tightly and swallowed hard. Hermione was now on her knees, her eyes shut tight. Ron didn't know what to do or what was wrong.
Hermione suddenly gasped and her eyes flew open. She looked at Ron with a smile, her eyes dancing.
"She's waking up. She's coming to help us, help us collect him. Bring him home, Ron. She's coming to bring him home. We are three; we are one." She rambled excitedly.
"Who's coming Hermione? The third?" asked Snape, suddenly moving over to them quickly. Ron glared at him, warning him to back off but it was Snape's turn to ignore Ron.
"Little sister." Hermione announced nodding. "She's up early…but I guess she can always go back to bed afterwards." She said and by now Ron was convinced that Hermione was losing it big time.
"She's already made contact, she's the link. Together we can bring him home." She continued and Ron suddenly realised that where he was confused as hell, Snape and Sirius seemed to be understanding every crazy word that left her lips.
"When, Hermione? How long?" Hermione closed her eyes again. She looked sad all of a sudden.
"He doesn't have long." She said, a tear running down her cheek. The swing of mood had happened instantaneously. "But she is with him. He will feel no pain. She is with him."
"Krys." Announced Sirius, lowering his head. Hermione nodded.
"We are three; we are one."

*

"Who the hell's Amy?" cried Sharon who had joined the group. The twins shrugged and continued to stare at their sister with concern.
"He is here too. We are family again." Announced Amy and everyone frowned.
"Who's there, Amy?" asked heather, as though afraid of what the answer would be.
"Big brother." She announced and Heather gasped.
"Harry is with you?" she asked, her voice breaking. Ginny smiled and nodded. The smile quickly faded.
"He can't stay long though. I have to go too."
"Wait." Cried Heather but Fred shook her arm.
"No, we need Ginny back."
"But there's so much to ask.
"I have to leave. The others are waiting for her to join them. They are three; they are one."
A haze passed over the emerald green eyes and Ginny's eyes shut tight again, her body trembling. And when she opened them again, shiny blue sapphires shone back at her friends. She blinked hard and looked first at her brothers and then at Heather.
"Hi." She said

*

"What happening to her?" cried Ron in panic. Hermione's eyes were shut tight and the pendant around her neck was glowing crimson. Without warning he staggered as though a wave of energy had knocked him back. He landed on his haunches staring at the girl in shock.

*

"What the hell was that?" cried Sharon and Heather was beginning to notice that the girl had picked up her aunt's bad language.
"Er, at my guess we've just been thrown across the room." Announced an upside down Fred. A blast of energy had sent them practically flying through the air and as they staggered back to their feet they all stared at the girl in the centre of the room with wonder. The pendant was glowing bottle green and there was a distinct buzz of static electricity in the air.

*

Elsewhere in the castle another pendant was glowing sapphire blue, reflecting in the blue eyes of the woman who wore it. The tears had stopped flowing down her cheeks but she couldn't take her eyes off the body lying before her.
It was time.