Chapter 17
A Prophecy Once Foretold.
Harry and Ron raced down the hallway toward Professor Dumbledore's office. "Reese's Peanut Butter
Cup." Harry told the gargoyle and up the staircase, he went to his headmaster's office. He did not knock on the
Headmaster's door, but barged inside. Professor Albus Dumbledore, expecting the boys, reclining in his chair
at his desk. Several of the Professors joined him including Professors McGonagall, Snape, and the former
Professor Lupin.
Before either Harry or Ron could say a word, Professor Dumbledore stood up. "The attack today in
Hogsmede was just the excuse to kidnap you sister, Harry, and Hermione Granger. It comes to no surprise to
you I am sure because your sister's wandless magic powers and Miss Granger's knowledge is something Lord
Voldermort was in search of. I do believe the four of you have been warned of things to come."
"Warned?" Harry asked aloud. "I don't understand."
"The dreams!" Ron exclaimed. "You mean they were premonitions."
"Premonitions can occur when equally powerful wizards begin to have emotional ties and in your case
when there are four." The Headmaster of the school came around the desk to meet them where they stood.
"That is also the reason why it can only be the two of you to go in after Hermione and Heather."
"The prophecy." Harry asked and the Professor nodded. Harry took in a deep breath then asked.
"Where are they at?"
"I believe only you two can answer that." Professor McGonagall answered as she took a bowl
and put it on the desk in front of them. "This is a pensive. It helps wizards store their memories. To find out
where they are if one of you would remember you dream, you can place it inside and one of us could
examine where they are located."
"I'll do it." Ron said stepping up to the pensive. Once Professor McGonagall finished explaining
how to use it, Ron dipped his face into the bowl to relive his dream. A few moments later, Ron pulled
his head away from the pensive. "That was wicked!"
Professor Snape took the pensive and placed his face in the bowl like Ron did and searched
the dream for any indication of the hideout location. After several minutes, he pulled away from the pensive.
"I believe they are in the house once belonging to Tom Riddle."
"Then it is no surprise then he would choose the house of his father to be the place he would
take them." Professor Dumbledore concluded as he rummaged through his desk. He pulled out the
sword of Godric Gryffindor and tapped it with his wand. "This portkey should take you a few feet from
the house. This is a simple mission boys, get in, get the girls, and come back. Do not use force if you don't
have to. I will send Professors McGonagall, Snape and Lupin along with myself with you just incase things get
a little rough, but when it comes to confronting Voldermort, Harry, only you and Heather stands any chance
against him due to the prophecy."
Harry and Ron nodded and they took hold of the portkey. Once everyone had hold of the portkey,
the familiar pull at Harry's navel washed over him. After the sensation subsided, Harry, Ron, and the other
members of the "rescue" team were greeted with spell shots aimed at them, while one almost hit Harry, but
he dodged it before it hit him and had kept the sword with him. "Everyone take cover. Remember what I
said before." Professor Dumbledore yelled over the statues, separating him from the other members.
After a spell hit the hedge where Harry and Ron hid behind, Harry shot a curse in the direction of
one of the Deatheaters. "Damn it, why don't you stand still?" Harry yelled aloud as his spell missed the
Deatheater.
"What, Potty? Can't aim correctly?" the feminine voice called over the hedge across the way.
"Why don't you let me kill you, little potty?"
"Never."
"Good, I rather enjoy challenges." The woman took off her hood. "Belatrix Lestrange, remember
my name at your death."
"Not if I kill you first." Harry said, making his way toward her, all the while the bushes stayed
between him and her. Ron followed behind him, surprised at his best friend's boldness. Then both Ron
and Harry shot disarming spells over the hedge and it hit her wand out of her hand. "Accio wand!" Harry
called and Belatrix Lestrange's wand few from where it lay a few feet from her and landed into Harry's
hand. As Belatrix lunged at Harry, he threw her wand to Professor Lupin, who passed it on to Professor
McGonagall since she sat next to Professor Dumbledore, waiting to take a shot.
Harry lunged out of the way from Belatrix's reach and he and Ron dodged their way through spells
to get inside the manor. Stealth fully, the two made their way through the house, looking for Hermione and
Heather. "Let's try the basement." Ron suggested.
"Why the basement?"
"Remember our first and second years? He had a thing for being in the basement."
"Good idea." Harry nodded and the two of them made their way down the steps in the hallway
to make their way down to the basement. Instead of finding a cellar style basement like they had thought,
they found a series of endless tunnels. "Where now?"
"Maybe down that way." Ron pointed into the dampest and darkest part of the tunnels.
"Ron, you watch way too many muggle movies."
"Yes, but ever notice how often they're right about villains?"
"Yeah all of them dumber than a stick of mud and slower than molasses in January." Harry laughed
as the two of them made their way down the hallway. The two of them came to a fork in the pathway. "I
think we go this way, or at least that's what we did in our dream."
"Yea, that way." Ron pointed to the right passageway. "I just hope we find them in time."
"I think we will, Ron. I'm just worried about what's happening above ground." Harry sighed. The
sound of footsteps came closer to them and the duo became silent. In the particular tunnel there really was
not many places they could hide. Thinking quickly, Harry uttered an invisibility spell and the two of them
disappeared against the tunnel ledge to those of the naked eye and hugged the sword close to him to keep
it from clinking onto the floor.
Suddenly, the voices were upon them and Harry could make out whom they belonged to. The
shorter of the two was Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy his archrival at school. Harry had known
for a while the elder Malfoy had been up to no good and since fourth year was a Deatheater; practically
Lord Voldermort's lap dog. "But, my lord, we have to kill them otherwise Potter and his good for nothing
friends will try to help them escape. Potter's daughter is a rather feisty one. If we kill her first, maybe the
mudblood will tell us about what she knows about the prophecy."
"No, we will use them to lure Potter away from the others. He will come in trying to save them if I
know him. Then we will crush the last line of the Potter clan and use them as an example to the rest of the
wizarding world if they dare oppose Lord Voldermort." He laughed evilly as they continued down the
hallway. Harry gestured to Ron to stay close by as the two of them made their way down the corridor
from where the duo came from. Once they reached the end of the tunnel, a large wooden door greeted them.
Harry opened it slightly to see what was on the other side to see if they were in any danger of being attacked.
Once Harry determined it was clear, the duo made their way through the room to the other side
while Harry attached the sheath to his belt. "Which door?" Ron asked as they were now faced with four
doors; each one a different color. It seemed there was one door for each house of Hogwarts; the red door
had a large gold lion on the doorknob, the blue door had a bronze knocker, the yellow door had a black
badger on it, and the forest green one had a silver serpent on the doorknob. "Let's try this one." Ron said
as he pointed to the red door. Ron opened the door and was greeted with a set of young roaring lions. As
the lions made their way toward them in attack mode, Ron slammed the door shut and the lions lunged against
the door. "Definitely not that one."
Harry looked at the other doors and each one held their significance to the evil wizard.
Unfortunately, each door had the possibility of having the house mascot wanting to kill them. "Let's
try this one." Harry gestured to the green door as he made his way toward it. Harry carefully opened the
door and found another empty tunnel. "Come on, I think this is it."
The two of them carefully walked down the corridor and came upon another door. When they
opened the door, they were greeted by soft fire light of the lamps in the room. No sooner as they closed
the door, a voice called to them. "Oh, little bitty potty!" the feminine voice of Belatrix Lestrange called from
in front of them. "Are you scared, Potty?"
"You wish." Harry called into the shadows to where Belatrix's voice carried from and a bolt of l
ight from a spell raced toward them. "Accio Wand!"
Harry and Ron tightened the grips on their wands as they dodged the spell. "Expelliarmus!"
Ron shouted and Belatrix dodged the spell.
"You thought I would fall for that one, again didn't you?" Belatrix laughed coldly.
"Cruciatus!" she yelled and Harry was able to dodge it, but Ron wasn't. He screamed in pain
as the curse continued to bind him in torturous pain.
"Ron!" Harry screamed as two more Deatheaters joined them. He hit the two of them with
disarming spells and went to help Ron. "Furuncuclus!" Harry pointed at Belatrix and her face puffed
out with boils. She screamed in pain and Harry flew another spell in her direction. "Waddiwasi!" and
a piece of gum shot out of nowhere and flew into her eyes, causing her eyes to water and the Cruciatus
curse to stop. Ron lumped to the floor and Harry raced over to his friend.
The two Deatheaters hit with disarming spells picked up their wands from where they had
fallen and Harry quickly revived Ron. "Confundus!" Harry pointed at the twin wizards and soon they
were so confused, they were playing tick-tac-toe with the lightened end of their wands. "Let's go." Harry
pulled his friend up and together they made their way to the doors of the next room.
The boys heard a scream coming from the next room and knew they were on the right track.
"Hermione or Heather?" Ron asked groaning under the pain he was obviously experiencing.
"Hermione. Heather has a higher pitch when she's screaming." Harry mentioned as they ran down
the small connecting corridor and into the next room. "Now this scene looks definitely familiar."
Heather and Hermione were on the other end of the room, hanging from the ceiling dangling from
a rope over two pits of boiling hot lava. Both were clothed in white garments as if they were a sacrifice to
some unknown god. "Harry, it's about bloody time you got here." Heather yelled from where she dangled.
Heather had a black eye and several cuts and bruises on her face and arms and Hermione showed the same
effort to get away from their captors. Hermione had a split lip and her head was bleeding from a cut on the right
side of her forehead.
"Sorry to keep you guys waiting." Ron grinned, heading toward them with Harry slightly in front
of them, not really paying any attention to the movement behind them.
"Harry, Ron! Look out!" Hermione screamed, but Ron was hit with a curse just before Harry dodged
out of the way. Ron lumped to the floor where he lay in a coma.
"Glad you could join us, Harry Potter." The snake-like voice called from the darkness. "I was almost
afraid you'd miss my party." A hooded figure came from the darkness and Harry knew exactly who he was
before he took off his hood. The disfigured face of Lord Voldermort glowed in the soft red light. "Sorry that
you won't be able to stay too long, for you will be joining your parents soon."
"Not before I send you straight to hell, Tom Riddle." Harry hissed, knowing the wizard hated his
real identity. Harry readied his wand because he knew he wouldn't leave the mansion with out a fight.
"Don't ever say that pathetic name!" Voldermort hissed and he pointed his wand at Harry and
Harry went to his knees in pain. Lord Voldermort circled Harry and after a while, Harry stood up even
though the curse was causing him a great deal of pain. "Impressive, Potter, but you too will soon fall to
my power. I give you a choice, Harry." He gestured toward the two girls. "Your lover or your sister."
Voldermort teased. "Choose wisely."
"Harry!" Hermione screamed as they were torturously lowered to the pit of lava.
Voldermort laughed manically as Harry began to pull out the Sword of Godric Gryffindor out
from the sheath he had on his belt. As he did, Voldermort used a spell to pin him up against the wall.
"Now you will watch as I kill them both, then I'm going to use the Imperious curse upon you. Then
I will make you kill the rest of your friends." He grinned evilly and told him the rest of his plans. "Especially
that annoying Ron Weasley. After you kill all of them, you will be thrown into Azkaban and there you will
live the rest of your days knowing you killed them and go mad doing so. Then no one will be able to stop
me!"
Voldermort came closer to him and gripped him by the neck of his shirt collar. As Harry thought
he was about to take his last breath of his own accord, Voldermort leaped backward, pinned to the floor
by a spell. Harry looked up and smiled at his sister. "He forgot I could do wandless magic. You'd think
after all these years he would remember." Heather laughed heartedly. "Could you help us down from
here, Harry?"
Harry uttered as spell. "Why couldn't you have done that before?"
"My hands were all tied up before. I was cutting them free with my nail file." Heather brandished
the file as soon as she was safely on the floor.
"No hurry, Harry, but can you get me down from here?" Hermione called from where she was still
being lowered toward the lava. Harry pointed his wand to stop the descent into the lava and he untied her
once she was safely on the floor. Heather continued her concentration on the spell she had on the older
wizard.
"Now what should we do with you?" Heather asked aloud to no one in particular. Voldermort s
quirmed under her spell. "Tartantallegra!" Heather cast the spell and the old wizard's legs began dancing
beneath him.
Voldermort broke the hold Heather's hand on him. His wand hand pointed at Hermione
and he cast the Cruciatus curse on her. Hermione fell to the floor in extreme pain and then she suddenly went limp.
"Hermione!" Harry sprang to where his girlfriend lay limp. Complete anger rose in Harry, like a flame becoming a
great inferno. Harry pointed his wand at Voldermort and he spoke the only spell he knew brought death
to wizards. "Avada Kedavra!" Voldermort slumped to his knees as a bright green light flashed in front of him.
"Avada Kedavra!" Heather unsheathed her wand and pointed it at him, in hopes her powers
could help Harry defeat the most evil wizard of all time. After fighting the spell a little, Voldermort lay on
the ground with blood coming from his eyes, nose, and mouth as death consumed him. To make sure he
was dead, Harry took the sword he had in his hand and stabbed the wizard in the heart.
"That's for hurting the people who mean the most to me." He said, and then he turned the
sword in a complete circle, the dark wizard's blood spluttered every where." And that's for killing
my parents." The stabbed the large sword again into the body and blood spurted onto his cloak. "And
that's for hurting Neville's parents to the point they went crazy."
"Harry!" Heather called, but she wasn't getting through to him.
"And that's for all the lives you have messed up through out the years." Harry stabbed the wizard
hard again, and then turned the sword.
"Harry, that's enough." Heather pulled the sword out of his hand and he had tears in his eyes.
"Harry, its over."
The tears ran fully down his cheeks at this point and he went to hug his sister hard. She consoled
him and then shook him. "We have to get Ron and Hermione help. We'll have plenty of time to worry about
what's going to happen to us when it happens." Heather grabbed Hermione's lump body and gestured Harry
to do the same. "For now, let's get out of here." Harry nodded and with the help of Heather, they carried the
limp bodies of their friends up to the surface.
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Author's notes: Please be advised that I'm not too much into writing gore and fighting scenes, that's
probably why this chapter went as fast as it did. I just hope I didn't lead you people on about how great this
scene was going to be. Keep in mind; I was trying to keep with in the Pg-13 rating and I hope it really stayed
that way. My idea consultant, weather tracker, wanted to remind me a while back to try to keep my chapters
down and not make another Chapter 10 ever again, so I do hope you forgive me for cutting off here. There is
one more chapter in the works, and then I'll post that one and the Epilogue, which the title of that chapter was
given to me by Anete Zagare
God bless,
S'Eleene Paris