Before Harry could reply, Ron took a deep gulp of air. He went rigid suddenly, before his eyes became unfocused and his head lolled to the side.
"Ron?" Harry asked, ignoring his own pain. Something is wrong.
Ron began to speak in a loud, harsh voice that didn’t sound at all like his own.
"THE TIME DRAWS NEAR…THE SERVANT SHALL BE SACRIFICIED TO PREPARE FOR A NEW DAWN…THE AGE OF DARKNESS OR LIGHT IS UPON US…THE ROLE OF THE SERVANT SHALL DECIDE, AND THE MIGHTY WILL FALL…HE MUST CHOOSE WISELY IF THE APPRENTICE SHALL REIGN."
Ron made a prophcy, didn't he? Looks like Professor Trelawney rubbed off on the Trio more than they thought!
"Exactly what have you been drinking, and how come you didn’t share?" Seamus demanded.
PERCY!!! WhenI get my hands on that little rat, I'll *rips up doll of Percy* Haven't done that in a while! 10/10
Ginevra...that's a pretty name. I also have a Golden Retriver, and I am also a fan of Charles M. Shultz's "Peanuts" comic. Guess what we named our Golden Retriver...Charlie Brown! Like the character with the crush on the (Get this) "Little Red-Haired Girl," owns Snoopy the beagle, wears that shirt with the black zigzag around it and says "aw rats" whenever he's messed up! I LOVED those comics as a kid! (The Park at MOA will always be 'Camp Snoopy' to me) 10/10
Ron found himself in a small, dark cell. It was nearly pitch black, and he had to squint to make out the vague outlines of shadows moving around the confined space. The smell of rot and decay mixed with bodily fluids was overwhelming and caused him to gag. He put a hand on the wall of the cell to support himself but drew back quickly in revulsion. The walls were covered in a wet, sticky substance, but whatever it was, Ron didn’t want to know.
As his eyes became more accustomed to the dimmed light, he could see Harry lying unmoving on the floor. He was curled into a ball and panting heavily. He wore his old, battered, and too-big jeans, but his chest and feet were bare. Ron could see the belt Harry had worn around his waist hanging from the wall. It looked as if it had been used as a whip. Ron knelt next to Harry and was horrified to discover how badly he was bleeding. There was so much blood Ron couldn’t even tell from where it was all coming. He recognized with sickening surety that the substance all over the wall was Harry’s blood. His friend must have tried to get away at some point, but he hadn’t made it very far. Ron felt his stomach churn.
Harry was obviously in pain, but his eyes glowed with a determined ferocity. Ron had seen that same look in Harry’s eyes when he went up against a Hungarian Horntail back in fourth year.
"Harry," Ron said, but no sound issued forth from his mouth.
Instead, another voice from another part of the cell purred, "How did that feel, Hawwy? Did the baby not wike it? Does the baby want his mommy? Oh…sorry…the mommy is dead. We already killed her, too bad, so sad. Is that what you see when the Dementor is here, Hawwy? You cry for her, you know. I like it when you cry like that."
Ron felt a burning hatred explode in his chest. Not only was she torturing Harry, she was taunting him while she did it. Bitch. Ron tried to walk towards her, but found he couldn’t move, nor could he look away. He was trapped within Harry’s nightmare, unable to move or speak…or to wake up. Ron began to feel panicked. Come on, Harry; wake up, mate. Get us out of here.
"Crucio," Bellatrix said slowly, almost caressing the word as she said it. Harry’s screams filled the cell, despite the hoarseness of his voice. The scream went on, and on, and on. Finally, she lifted her wand and took a deep, shuddering breath, stroking her wand with her hand. She was truly enjoying this. "My master will be here soon, Hawwy. All you have to do is give him what he wants, and he’ll make your death so much less painful."
"What?" Harry spat in a show of bravado, although his voice sounded horribly weak and strained. "He’s going to spoil all your fun? Doesn’t sound fair — he makes you do all the work then takes all the glory for himself."
"Silence!" Bellatrix screeched in rage. She roughly grabbed a handful of Harry’s hair, yanked his head back, then slammed it into the ground. "You will show proper respect, infidel. You will not speak of my Lord that way in my presence."
"Come on, Bella." Harry groaned, but continued giving her cheek. "I already told you; he’s no lord — he’s not even a pureblood. Didn’t you know? He’s a half-blood named Tom; I don’t know where all this pureblood nonsense came from."
Shut up, Harry, Ron thought desperately. She’s going to hurt you, and I can’t stop her. Please wake up, Harry. You’ve got to wake up now.
Bellatrix was beyond furious. She aimed her wand at Harry and made a slicing motion. She was screeching so loudly that her words were distorted, and Ron couldn’t make out what curse she had used. The cut on Harry’s shoulder, which had already been bleeding, seemed to split open even further. He screamed in agony, and she sank her hands into the wound. She continued to claw at his skin until he nearly passed out. She removed her blood-covered hands and spat, "You’ll pay for that, Hawwy. I’ll make certain that pwetty wittle wed head you’re so fond of pays for your cheek after you’re dead. There will be nothing you can do about it. Your Dementor friend is on his way back; you hold on to the thoughts of all the things I can do to her, Harry. I’m certain your imagination can come up with some ideas the Dementor will never touch."
It’s only a dream, it’s only a dream, Ron kept repeating desperately. This isn’t really happening; it’s over. It’s only a dream.
Cackling, Bellatrix strode past Ron and left the cell. Harry only had a moment to try to recover before a bone-chilling coldness descended upon them. Harry, who up until this point had remained confident and cocksure, despite his predicament, curled his legs up and began scooting back towards the wall.
"Noo," he moaned, covering his ears with his hands and shaking his head violently.
"Harry?" Ron asked.
"Please, stop," Harry pleaded, covering a sob with his arm. The door of the cell opened wide, and Ron suddenly understood Harry’s reaction. A Dementor glided in, taking a rattling breath and making it feel as if it was sucking all the air from the room.
"Sirius!" Harry screamed.
Do you think... that Harry and Ron are sharing a mind connection?
Ron sat bolt upright in bed, covered in sweat and panting heavily. His stomach was roiling, and he had to grip the sides of his bed to steady himself or he would have heaved. It took several minutes to get himself under control, but eventually he shakily sat up and moved the curtains. He could see Harry entering the room, returning from the bathroom. Harry was pale and sweating, and Ron knew that he’d lost the battle for control of the contents in his stomach.
"Are you all right?" Ron croaked.
Harry nodded. "Nightmare," he said, before crawling back into his bed.
"Yeah," Ron whispered, lying back down himself. "I know."
something is making me think that, because they shared the same dream. 10/10
"The remains of Peter Pettigrew have been clearly identified and confirmed. Fudge has no choice but to clear Sirius posthumously of all charges," Professor Dumbledore said, his eyes losing some of their sparkle.
HA!!! Burn, Fudge! BURN SIZZLE, FO SHIZZLE!!! haha 10/10 Sirius is our king!!!!
CHARLIE! WHY CHARLIE?! WHY???? *sob* I still love this fic, and I ain't giving up on it yet! 10/10
*falls off chair* OMG, That was FUNNY!!! *laughs* 10/10 *bangs head on keyboard*
Harry found himself on a soft featherbed; a warm quilt was thrown over him and a fire blazed in the hearth. He’d been in this room before, but he couldn’t remember when. He was warm and sleepy, and felt very content. A great, shaggy, black dog was curled up next to him, snuggling up to his side and keeping him warm. His hand rested in the dog’s thick fur, and he gently petted it. The dog looked up, his dark eyes seeming bottomless and full of sympathy, as he leaned over and licked at Harry’s face. Harry pulled away, laughing slightly. He snuggled deeply into the dog’s warmth and drifted back to sleep.
He knew that dog would stay there, guarding him and keeping him from harm. He could rest for a while.
Sirius! Sirius will help him! But why did he forget who Sirius was? That scares me! 10/10
great stry... one of my favs..
I just read thius and the first one for the second time and I was laughing through it again.
LOL I could help but comment on the authors notes. I think that it was equally both of their doings as Both are stubborn, hot headed compassionate people. And yes they need to back down once in a while. They will be happy only then. lol. And I hope your dog is doing well. Its a great story so far. I cant shut down my laptop in fears that I wont be able to read it! I love it so far.
Haha, look in my previous review, all those misspellings! Sorry about that, but I was and is in a hurry. Again, thank you very much for writing such lovely fics!
Wow! I just finished it, it was AWESOME! When I first started reading this you were already done with it, I relly only wnated to read Curse of The Damned, but you adviced people to red Poer of Emotion too, I was very skeptical in the beginning, but suddenly I realized what a good story it was. They are both very well written, and I really enjoyed reading them! Thanks a million for those two great stories!
wow. the end. it's finally here. *voice starts trembling* i c-can't b-b-believe it! OMG!!!!! *breaks into sobs* your stories are probably some of the best i've seen on this whole site. keep it up!
dunh dunh dunh...lets get this party started!
oh.my.god. i love it!
omg! i love dogs! i know you'll definitely enjoy your new puppy! i have two family dogs but unfortunately they aren't named after anyone from harry potter!
brilliant story. second time i have read it and it is still brilliant
what??? how can you kill charlie??????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg...*sobs*
i cried. awesome writing to envoke such strong emotions.