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Chapter XXVI
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling. This chapter is edited by Danyealle. Thanks a lot for her help. Contain spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows so if you haven’t read one of the book from Harry Potter series you have been warned.
Unexpected Things
Chapter XXVI
It was Valentine Day and Hogsmeade was full of Hogwarts student. Lucius Malfoy almost cringed in disgust at the sight of pink and love everywhere, especially when he and his son walked past Madam Pudifoot’s café. Draco Malfoy, however, didn’t quite care. One must be wondering why a seventeen year old teen would prefer to spend the day with his own father when he could spend it with a girl he fancied. The answer was because the girl Draco fancied at the moment wasn’t the girl his family would approve of. Astoria Greengrass, while a pureblood witch and a Slytherin student, her family was a neutral one and wasn’t rich enough for a Malfoy.
Draco was also afraid that his father would bring his betrothal matter forward to Pansy Parkinson. That’s why he hadn’t said anything about Astoria yet. Of course, he had to say that Parkinson was too forward and obnoxious to become a Malfoy and all those things so Lucius would accept his reasons. After that, he could extol Astoria’s virtue to his father. If he had to marry, there was no other person he would rather have than her.
Actually, he felt that his father didn’t have a say as to who he choose. After all, Lucius was cavorting with Potter for crying out loud! That certainly made it so Lucius didn’t have any right to preach about pureblood purity and all that was good for the continuation of Malfoy family. But, that was only his opinion and, never in a million years, would he voice it aloud. He always looked up to his father. Ever since he could remember, he always strived to make Lucius proud.
Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, knew the reason behind his son motive for spending the day with him in Hogsmeade. By all means, he had no intention at all to marry his son with that gold digger. Parkinson had reached him with the intent of his family union with the Malfoys but he never gave his consent yet. Draco’s current choice now, the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family, was a better one.
BAM!
A loud explosion startled both of them. Lucius could hear the shrieks outside. What was going on? He rose from his seat, wand out, and walked out from the private room. “What is happening here?” he demanded of the first person he saw, a waitress with panicked look on her face.
“It’s Bellatrix Lestrange!” she rasped out. “We must run away now!”
Lucius had seen Potter with his friends earlier. He turned to his son. “Go back to Hogwarts!”
“Father!” Draco protested.
“Go back to Hogwarts and be careful.” He ordered.
Draco was reluctant but the teen obeyed his order. He had taught his son well about spells, jinxes and curses but Lucius had to admit that Draco wasn’t made like him. One of the good things about the fact that Potter had killed Voldemort was that he no longer worried about Draco’s future as Death Eater. Draco would never survive being Death Eater for long.
He walked with wand pulled out, scanning his surrounding when he heard something.
“Potter is with Lestrange right now!” a running student passed by.
“Is he mad?”
Oh, no. Potter truly couldn’t help himself. He took put his wand and said. “Point me Harry Potter.” He arrived right at the scene to see Bellatrix pointing her want at Potter. “Avada Kedavra!” shouted the mad witch.
No! Lucius desperately wished Potter to evade the curse. Anything. Anything that could protect the teen. At the critical moment Potter pulled out a wand from his sleeve and yelled. “Protego!”
Protego? Protego?! Had Potter lost his mind? Was there no other spell than that?
Much to his surprise and to everyone else’s a pillar of light appeared from Potter’s wand. It rose to the sky and disappeared a moment later and, instead, a red dome appeared. The killing curse hit the protection dome and bounced back. The wave of magical power was unbelievable. Lucius had never seen something like that. Not even with the Dark Lord.
He saw the green light of the killing curse reflected back to Bellatrix and not only her but also Rabastan, Rodolphus and Fenrir Greyback. Four of them slumped down to the ground. The boy who was Rabastan’s hostage had fallen down but he seemed fine.
For a long time no one said anything. Potter was the first the silence. “What the hell?” he finally uttered.
“Harry!” He was engulfed in hug by Hermione and then Ron.
“Oh Harry! I thought…I thought we’re going to lose you…” Hermione almost sobbed at the thought.
“Yeah mate…you made us really worried.” Ron added.
“Potter!” The three of them turned. Harry had just realized that Lucius was there too but he didn’t have a chance to say anything since a loud commotion alerted them of a coming people. He quickly took his broken wand and put it into his pocket.
The commotion turned out to be a group of Aurors from the ministry and half of Hogwarts faculty with Professor Dumbledore, Snape and Kingsley Shackleboat in the front. Harry, Ron and Hermione were soon checked for any wounds meanwhile Colin was quickly carried back to Hogwarts. The boy had fainted when Bellatrix cast the killing curse since the combination of fear and shock was too much for him to handle.
“Sir! The victims are confirmed as Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rudolphus Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback!” one of the Auror reported.
Kingsley interrogated them about what had happened. Harry told him the edited version. He certainly would never tell a soul about the Elder Wand or how it protected him from the killing curse. Instead, he played it as the confused teen who didn’t understand how a simple Protego could be used against the curse. They ate it up as being the Boy Who Lived. Apparently, since he survived killing curse as a baby, of course the same curse wouldn’t work at him the second time. What an idiot! But that’s fine with Harry.
And so was the newspaper with the explanation. The Boy Who Lived Twice! And any other name the Prophet bestowed him only made him sigh. He, once again, became the hottest gossip at Hogwarts and, not only that, he also received thousands of letter from witches and wizards all around England, thanking him for saving them again as well as many other things. It was much worse than his fourth year.
“Harry! Harry!”
“Huh?” he looked up and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him worriedly.
“I’ve been calling you for awhile.” She said.
“Are you alright, mate?” Ron asked.
“Are you hurt somewhere?” Hermione pressed on.
“No,” he shook his head. “What about both of you?”
“Nah, we’re fine.” Ron answered.
“What both of you were thinking?” he exclaimed suddenly. “You could have been hurt! You could have been killed!”
“True. What were you thinking Harry, leaving us like that,” Hermione countered.
“That was different!” he protested.
She raised her eyebrow. “How was that different?”
“Bellatrix was looking for me. Not you guys!”
“Harry,” Ron began. “Do you really think that she would let us go with us being best friends and all?”
“Uhm…” he flushed.
Hermione smiled. “Glad that you understand. I know that you’re worried about us but, face it, I’m not going to let you out there alone.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed.
“You know…I’m really glad that this is finally over. No more Voldemort…no more Bellatrix Lestrange. If you think about it, it’s really mad, isn’t it? Our days at Hogwarts.”
“Imagine that. Facing You Know Who every year.” Ron grinned a bit.
“Voldemort, Ron,” Hermione reminded her boyfriend. “Honestly,” she huffed.
Now that they were back on the common room of head boy and head girl dorm, Harry took out his broken holly and phoenix feather wand and put it on the table in front of them.
“Uhm...Harry,” Ron began, seeing the state of the wand. “Maybe Ollivander could fix it?” He offered.
“I doubt it,” Hermione told them as matter of fact.
“Way to go Hermione,” Ron muttered. “We’re supposed to be cheering Harry up!”
“No, Hermione is right,” he admitted sadly. “I doubt this can be fixed.”
Ron brightened suddenly. “I broke my wand in the second year but I got a new one! It’s better even! Don’t worry, Harry,” he consoled his best friend. “I’m sure Ollivander could make a new wand for you.”
Unfortunately, Harry was quite fond of his wand. If only he could fix it. He jumped suddenly, startling both Ron and Hermione. “That’s it!”
“Harry?”
“What is up?”
How could he forget about it? Under his best friends watchful gaze he took out his broken wand and put it on the table next to them. Then he took out his other wand which was hidden beneath his shirt and waved it. “Reparo.”
There was bright light and when it was gone, his holy and phoenix feather wand was as good as new. Tentatively, he grabbed his wand and waved it around. Bright golden sparks showed up from the tip of his wand. It was pretty much the same when he held his wand for the first time.
“Wow!” Ron said in awe.
Hermione however looked at him with calculating eyes.
“That’s so cool!” Ron said enthusiastically. “How did you do that?”
“More importantly, whose wand is that Harry?” Hermione stared at him. “I never knew that you have two wands.”
“Uhmm…” Now that was question. “Do you guys remember the book Dumbledore gave me and the story he specifically told me to read?”
Ron frowned. “What’s that to do with this?”
Hermione however gasped out loud. “It can’t be!” she exclaimed loudly.
“Hey! What is going on?” Ron demanded, getting confused.
“Well…it began last Christmas…” and he told them everything.
“Blimey…” Ron was rendered speechless. He looked at the Elder Wand with worshipping eyes. “Imagine that,” he said, finding his voice back. “The undefeatable wand.”
“It’s only myth,” Hermione said. “If the wand is truly that powerful Dumbledore would have defeated Voldemort long time ago.”
“Oh.” Ron visibly deflated but he still argued back. “But it fixed Harry’s wand.”
Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance but she didn’t say anything.
“Dumbledore told me that he considered the Peverells as a very talented wizard, to be able to create the Deathly Hallows.”
Ron snorted. “They’re genius!” Anyway, how come I never realize that your cloak is one of the Hallows?” he sounded as though he regretted the fact.
Hermione spoke at last. “It’s also very dangerous.”
“Huh?” Ron said, puzzled.
“We have read the history. People killed each other for possession of the wand. The temptation is too great.”
Harry took a deep breath. “That is the reason why we must never tell anyone else.”
“What?”
Ignoring Ron, he continued. “Only three of us and Dumbledore who know about this. If we don’t tell a soul, nobody will find out.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, that is for the best.” Then she sighed. “As much as I hate this, I have to admit that there’s is no one else I would trust to posses the Deathly Hallows other than you Harry.”
“Hermione…”
“I can only imagine what kind of chaos and destruction that will happen if it falls into the wrong hand.” She continued.
Harry knew it too. But that didn’t mean he like the fact.
“Well, now we have to make sure that nobody beats you.” Ron concluded, grinning.
Hermione smiled for the first time. “I think that’s easier said than done but it’s true. If you stay undefeated then the history of the Elder Wand will end with you.”
Harry smiled back. “Then I better work hard to make that happen, right?”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “Don’t worry, mate. We’ll help you. And if the enemy is too strong well…Hermione and I could always duel with them then you’re going to be safe.”
“It’s not that simple, Ron,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
“What do you mean by that?” Ron protested.
As they descended back to bickering, Harry looked at the wands in his hand. No, aside from them, Lucius was also there in the Hogsmeade with them. Colin had fainted away but Lucius arrived and the man saw him using the Elder Wand. Now, Harry had to find out if Lucius actually knew what had happened. He could always play it to his direction and if it didn’t work well he had to find a way to silence the man.
Author's Note:
Hi. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all. It has been a long time since the last time I update. I've finished the story but I was lazy to type it on my computer. Anyway as usual please give reviews. ^__^
Unexpected Things
Chapter XXVI
It was Valentine Day and Hogsmeade was full of Hogwarts student. Lucius Malfoy almost cringed in disgust at the sight of pink and love everywhere, especially when he and his son walked past Madam Pudifoot’s café. Draco Malfoy, however, didn’t quite care. One must be wondering why a seventeen year old teen would prefer to spend the day with his own father when he could spend it with a girl he fancied. The answer was because the girl Draco fancied at the moment wasn’t the girl his family would approve of. Astoria Greengrass, while a pureblood witch and a Slytherin student, her family was a neutral one and wasn’t rich enough for a Malfoy.
Draco was also afraid that his father would bring his betrothal matter forward to Pansy Parkinson. That’s why he hadn’t said anything about Astoria yet. Of course, he had to say that Parkinson was too forward and obnoxious to become a Malfoy and all those things so Lucius would accept his reasons. After that, he could extol Astoria’s virtue to his father. If he had to marry, there was no other person he would rather have than her.
Actually, he felt that his father didn’t have a say as to who he choose. After all, Lucius was cavorting with Potter for crying out loud! That certainly made it so Lucius didn’t have any right to preach about pureblood purity and all that was good for the continuation of Malfoy family. But, that was only his opinion and, never in a million years, would he voice it aloud. He always looked up to his father. Ever since he could remember, he always strived to make Lucius proud.
Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, knew the reason behind his son motive for spending the day with him in Hogsmeade. By all means, he had no intention at all to marry his son with that gold digger. Parkinson had reached him with the intent of his family union with the Malfoys but he never gave his consent yet. Draco’s current choice now, the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family, was a better one.
BAM!
A loud explosion startled both of them. Lucius could hear the shrieks outside. What was going on? He rose from his seat, wand out, and walked out from the private room. “What is happening here?” he demanded of the first person he saw, a waitress with panicked look on her face.
“It’s Bellatrix Lestrange!” she rasped out. “We must run away now!”
Lucius had seen Potter with his friends earlier. He turned to his son. “Go back to Hogwarts!”
“Father!” Draco protested.
“Go back to Hogwarts and be careful.” He ordered.
Draco was reluctant but the teen obeyed his order. He had taught his son well about spells, jinxes and curses but Lucius had to admit that Draco wasn’t made like him. One of the good things about the fact that Potter had killed Voldemort was that he no longer worried about Draco’s future as Death Eater. Draco would never survive being Death Eater for long.
He walked with wand pulled out, scanning his surrounding when he heard something.
“Potter is with Lestrange right now!” a running student passed by.
“Is he mad?”
Oh, no. Potter truly couldn’t help himself. He took put his wand and said. “Point me Harry Potter.” He arrived right at the scene to see Bellatrix pointing her want at Potter. “Avada Kedavra!” shouted the mad witch.
No! Lucius desperately wished Potter to evade the curse. Anything. Anything that could protect the teen. At the critical moment Potter pulled out a wand from his sleeve and yelled. “Protego!”
Protego? Protego?! Had Potter lost his mind? Was there no other spell than that?
Much to his surprise and to everyone else’s a pillar of light appeared from Potter’s wand. It rose to the sky and disappeared a moment later and, instead, a red dome appeared. The killing curse hit the protection dome and bounced back. The wave of magical power was unbelievable. Lucius had never seen something like that. Not even with the Dark Lord.
He saw the green light of the killing curse reflected back to Bellatrix and not only her but also Rabastan, Rodolphus and Fenrir Greyback. Four of them slumped down to the ground. The boy who was Rabastan’s hostage had fallen down but he seemed fine.
For a long time no one said anything. Potter was the first the silence. “What the hell?” he finally uttered.
“Harry!” He was engulfed in hug by Hermione and then Ron.
“Oh Harry! I thought…I thought we’re going to lose you…” Hermione almost sobbed at the thought.
“Yeah mate…you made us really worried.” Ron added.
“Potter!” The three of them turned. Harry had just realized that Lucius was there too but he didn’t have a chance to say anything since a loud commotion alerted them of a coming people. He quickly took his broken wand and put it into his pocket.
The commotion turned out to be a group of Aurors from the ministry and half of Hogwarts faculty with Professor Dumbledore, Snape and Kingsley Shackleboat in the front. Harry, Ron and Hermione were soon checked for any wounds meanwhile Colin was quickly carried back to Hogwarts. The boy had fainted when Bellatrix cast the killing curse since the combination of fear and shock was too much for him to handle.
“Sir! The victims are confirmed as Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rudolphus Lestrange and Fenrir Greyback!” one of the Auror reported.
Kingsley interrogated them about what had happened. Harry told him the edited version. He certainly would never tell a soul about the Elder Wand or how it protected him from the killing curse. Instead, he played it as the confused teen who didn’t understand how a simple Protego could be used against the curse. They ate it up as being the Boy Who Lived. Apparently, since he survived killing curse as a baby, of course the same curse wouldn’t work at him the second time. What an idiot! But that’s fine with Harry.
And so was the newspaper with the explanation. The Boy Who Lived Twice! And any other name the Prophet bestowed him only made him sigh. He, once again, became the hottest gossip at Hogwarts and, not only that, he also received thousands of letter from witches and wizards all around England, thanking him for saving them again as well as many other things. It was much worse than his fourth year.
“Harry! Harry!”
“Huh?” he looked up and saw Ron and Hermione looking at him worriedly.
“I’ve been calling you for awhile.” She said.
“Are you alright, mate?” Ron asked.
“Are you hurt somewhere?” Hermione pressed on.
“No,” he shook his head. “What about both of you?”
“Nah, we’re fine.” Ron answered.
“What both of you were thinking?” he exclaimed suddenly. “You could have been hurt! You could have been killed!”
“True. What were you thinking Harry, leaving us like that,” Hermione countered.
“That was different!” he protested.
She raised her eyebrow. “How was that different?”
“Bellatrix was looking for me. Not you guys!”
“Harry,” Ron began. “Do you really think that she would let us go with us being best friends and all?”
“Uhm…” he flushed.
Hermione smiled. “Glad that you understand. I know that you’re worried about us but, face it, I’m not going to let you out there alone.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed.
“You know…I’m really glad that this is finally over. No more Voldemort…no more Bellatrix Lestrange. If you think about it, it’s really mad, isn’t it? Our days at Hogwarts.”
“Imagine that. Facing You Know Who every year.” Ron grinned a bit.
“Voldemort, Ron,” Hermione reminded her boyfriend. “Honestly,” she huffed.
Now that they were back on the common room of head boy and head girl dorm, Harry took out his broken holly and phoenix feather wand and put it on the table in front of them.
“Uhm...Harry,” Ron began, seeing the state of the wand. “Maybe Ollivander could fix it?” He offered.
“I doubt it,” Hermione told them as matter of fact.
“Way to go Hermione,” Ron muttered. “We’re supposed to be cheering Harry up!”
“No, Hermione is right,” he admitted sadly. “I doubt this can be fixed.”
Ron brightened suddenly. “I broke my wand in the second year but I got a new one! It’s better even! Don’t worry, Harry,” he consoled his best friend. “I’m sure Ollivander could make a new wand for you.”
Unfortunately, Harry was quite fond of his wand. If only he could fix it. He jumped suddenly, startling both Ron and Hermione. “That’s it!”
“Harry?”
“What is up?”
How could he forget about it? Under his best friends watchful gaze he took out his broken wand and put it on the table next to them. Then he took out his other wand which was hidden beneath his shirt and waved it. “Reparo.”
There was bright light and when it was gone, his holy and phoenix feather wand was as good as new. Tentatively, he grabbed his wand and waved it around. Bright golden sparks showed up from the tip of his wand. It was pretty much the same when he held his wand for the first time.
“Wow!” Ron said in awe.
Hermione however looked at him with calculating eyes.
“That’s so cool!” Ron said enthusiastically. “How did you do that?”
“More importantly, whose wand is that Harry?” Hermione stared at him. “I never knew that you have two wands.”
“Uhmm…” Now that was question. “Do you guys remember the book Dumbledore gave me and the story he specifically told me to read?”
Ron frowned. “What’s that to do with this?”
Hermione however gasped out loud. “It can’t be!” she exclaimed loudly.
“Hey! What is going on?” Ron demanded, getting confused.
“Well…it began last Christmas…” and he told them everything.
“Blimey…” Ron was rendered speechless. He looked at the Elder Wand with worshipping eyes. “Imagine that,” he said, finding his voice back. “The undefeatable wand.”
“It’s only myth,” Hermione said. “If the wand is truly that powerful Dumbledore would have defeated Voldemort long time ago.”
“Oh.” Ron visibly deflated but he still argued back. “But it fixed Harry’s wand.”
Hermione pursed her lips in annoyance but she didn’t say anything.
“Dumbledore told me that he considered the Peverells as a very talented wizard, to be able to create the Deathly Hallows.”
Ron snorted. “They’re genius!” Anyway, how come I never realize that your cloak is one of the Hallows?” he sounded as though he regretted the fact.
Hermione spoke at last. “It’s also very dangerous.”
“Huh?” Ron said, puzzled.
“We have read the history. People killed each other for possession of the wand. The temptation is too great.”
Harry took a deep breath. “That is the reason why we must never tell anyone else.”
“What?”
Ignoring Ron, he continued. “Only three of us and Dumbledore who know about this. If we don’t tell a soul, nobody will find out.”
Hermione nodded. “Yes, that is for the best.” Then she sighed. “As much as I hate this, I have to admit that there’s is no one else I would trust to posses the Deathly Hallows other than you Harry.”
“Hermione…”
“I can only imagine what kind of chaos and destruction that will happen if it falls into the wrong hand.” She continued.
Harry knew it too. But that didn’t mean he like the fact.
“Well, now we have to make sure that nobody beats you.” Ron concluded, grinning.
Hermione smiled for the first time. “I think that’s easier said than done but it’s true. If you stay undefeated then the history of the Elder Wand will end with you.”
Harry smiled back. “Then I better work hard to make that happen, right?”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed. “Don’t worry, mate. We’ll help you. And if the enemy is too strong well…Hermione and I could always duel with them then you’re going to be safe.”
“It’s not that simple, Ron,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
“What do you mean by that?” Ron protested.
As they descended back to bickering, Harry looked at the wands in his hand. No, aside from them, Lucius was also there in the Hogsmeade with them. Colin had fainted away but Lucius arrived and the man saw him using the Elder Wand. Now, Harry had to find out if Lucius actually knew what had happened. He could always play it to his direction and if it didn’t work well he had to find a way to silence the man.
Author's Note:
Hi. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all. It has been a long time since the last time I update. I've finished the story but I was lazy to type it on my computer. Anyway as usual please give reviews. ^__^