Harry Potter and Changing Destinies

Chapter 42

Harry felt as if he was floating for a moment, but just as he was about to let his mind wander a sharp pain brought him back to reality and the land of the living. He groaned and prayed the pain went away just as he heard giant footsteps he would know anywhere. Harry slowly opened his eyes so he was squinting and saw Hagrid coming closer to him. He smirked but then went back to laying flat and slowed his breathing down so it would seem like he wasn’t. He had a plan going through his head at a million miles per hour and he needed Hagrid’s grief driven motives to fulfill it. And if Harry knew Hagrid like he thought he did he knew if Hagrid thought him dead he’d take him right to the school, right to Voldemort not letting anything stop him and that’s exactly what he wanted.

Hagrid wept as he saw the still body of Harry Potter lying on the ground. He couldn’t believe that the Savior was dead. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. Voldemort was supposed to fail not triumph. He picked up Harry’s limp body and carried him into the great hall of Hogwarts.

“Ah perfect. See your fallen hero. You giant lay him at my feet.” Voldemort said.

Harry smiled inwardly not letting anything show. As long as Hagrid laid him down in front of Ali they stood a chance.

Hagrid did just as Harry wanted and instead of laying him at Voldemort’s feet he laid him at Ali’s.

Ali saw the still limp body of her beloved brother and collapsed sobbing. “No Ash please you can’t leave me!”

Draco and Hermione watched as Ali broke down. Hermione started sobbing knowing that she could not allow people to see the truth of what she was to Harry. Draco gathered Hermione in his arms as tears started flowing down his own cheeks. Never before during this whole battle had he been this scared. He knew that this may be the last time he ever saw his wife as she could die simply because Harry was gone. He wanted to go to her so bad but he couldn’t. He could see his dreams of their life together disappearing. He cried for the loss of the only brother he had ever known, for Hermione who had just lost her soulmate and for Ali. He knew that his life would be over if Ali was lost.

Narcissa watched hidden in the shadows as her beloved son cried. She knew by the look on his face that he was in love with the girl currently sobbing over the fallen savior. “Oh my son I hope I get the chance to tell you the truth.” As tears fell down her own face she prayed to whomever that Draco would be ok.

Ali collapsed sobbing laying her head on Harry’s chest. She felt a quick puff of breath against her cheek and glanced over at Harry’s face. It had to be a figment of her imagination. Harry was dead wasn’t he? Just then she heard a soft “Ice”

She looked around but no one had heard anything.

She heard again “Ice” but this time the words were in her mind. Quickly she answered back in her thoughts “Ash?”

“Yeah Ice it’s me.”

“How is this possible? Please tell me you aren’t dead.”

“No Ice I’m not dead and as to how it’s possible I have no idea. I just heard your thoughts and thought that maybe I could contact you.”

“So what do we do Ash? We failed.”

“No Ice we didn’t fail. We need to figure out some way to combine our powers.”

“We tried that Ash and it didn’t work.”

As Harry and Ali continued their mental conversation Draco and Hermione looked over at their fallen spouses and together ran at Voldemort. They knew that Ali and Harry had wounded him before he had killed Harry and they figured that if everyone fought there might be a chance to win this war.

Screaming curses at him and the death eaters the fight was renewed. Harry heard the screaming and knew it was time as he heard Voldemort say “What nonsense is this? Your hero is dead and no one else can beat me. Cease now and I will let you live.”

Voldemort threw a curse at Draco and was surprised as a wall of ice surrounded him bouncing the curse off. “What? Who did that?”

“I did.” Ali stood to her full height.

Voldemort looked at the formally broken girl standing in front of him.

“So Potter’s little Mudblood whore thinks she can stand in front of me? Bow girl.”

Ali spat at his feet. “No.”

“Bow Mudblood!”

“No.”

“Then I’ll make you. Imperious!”

Ali laughed as she threw the curse off. “You stupid half blood snake. I am the most powerful witch alive do you really think that your puny little curse can touch me?”

Voldemort stood shakily to his feet. ‘Who was this girl that she dared to defy him?’

“Who are you?”

“My sister.”

The entire hall fell silent as Harry stood up next to Ali.

Voldemort was shocked. ‘There were two?’

Harry grabbed Ali’s hand. “That’s right Tom. Meet my twin sister.”

Voldemort didn’t answer he just raised his wand “Crucio.”

Harry threw his hand up intending to throw fire at Voldemort. He looked on in surprise as flaming ice balls came out of his hand. Hearing a choked gasp he looked over at Ali who was on her knees. As Voldemort screamed in pain from the flaming ice he knelt down beside her.

“Ice what’s wrong?”

Ali looked up at him. “You drew on my power Ash.”

“How?”

Ali glanced at Harry and then at her own hip. “Oh my god Ash our tattoos!”

Harry was shocked. “Our tattoos?”

“Yes Ash if we stand so that our tattoos are touching we can combine our elemental powers and finish this.”

Harry grinned wickedly at her “Then lets finish this Ice.”

Ali stood and held tight to Harry’s hand. “Ready Ash?’

“Oh I am so ready Ice.”

Ali smiled at Harry an identical wicked smile on her own face. The hall was shocked at the two. Before them regally stood the hero and his sister. At this the DE’s became afraid. Seeing the raw power radiating off of the Potter twins they knew they had chosen the wrong side.

Draco and Hermione grinned at each other knowing that victory was in their grasp.