Phoenix of Legend
Disclaimer: All characters and subject matter appearing herein are the copyrighted © creations of J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and are borrowed for the purposes of this fan fiction. No money in any form was earned in its production. Professor Ivy Bellenmore, Xion and Corandell belong to me. If you wish to use any of them, please ask.
PHOENIX SPEECH
" "HUMAN SPEECH
PARSELTONGUE
' 'THOUGHTS
Chapter 17 – Ultimate Weapon
It had been one month since Harry was captured. One month since Professor Ivy Bellenmore revealed her true identity and was forced to leave the school. And in one month, the school was in complete turmoil as the students realised that their Defence teacher was not completely human, she was half demon to be exact; and the boy-who-lived had been captured. In that time Nymphadora Tonks had taken out Ivy Bellenmore's Defence job. No matter how much Malfoy was questioned, the Order was no closer to finding out Harry's condition or whereabouts.
The snow was beginning to melt as springtime approached on the muddy banks of Hogwarts' lake. Spring, known as the time of renewal and the end of the harsh times was anything but that for the students at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One Ronald Weasley was currently walking along the shore contemplating the events that had shaped his life. So much had happened to him and his friends, yet everything had always turned out ok in the end.
'Maybe we just used up all our luck.' Though Ron as he picked up a skipping stone and threw it towards the water. It skipped three times before sinking below the surface of the water. Ron soon continued with his walk, lost in thought. 'Things were never this complicated. Harry would always get into trouble but back then; Harry had Herm and me to help him out.' Sitting down on a large rock near the water's edge still lost in thought, Ron never heard someone approach. 'I feel so useless!'
"Ron, there you are! I was looking all over for you. Come on, th – " Hermione stopped to see Ron not paying attention to her. A worried look came to her face as she stood next to him. "Ron? You ok?" When Hermione got no response, she took his face in her hands, what she saw broke her heart.
"Wha – what? Oh Hermione, when did you get here?" Asked Ron as he tried to hide the fact that he had tears in his eyes. Casually wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his Weasley jumper, he tried to act nonchalant. "Dust, you know." He gave a small smile to the brunette standing next to him and looking at him with a resigned expression on her face.
"I know Ron. I'm worried about him too." Hermione turned to look out over the water as the sun began to set. A storm was coming in from the South. Thunder in the distance was announcing its arrival.
"What? Hermione I'm – "
"You don't have to act tough around me Ron. It's times like these that we have to stick together. Besides – " She turned to look at him. "I know deep down, that Harry will be all right. Things may seem bad right now, but they can only get better."
"Yeah, maybe you're right Hermione. Everything will turn out all right in the end, it always does. The Order will find Harry, then we can go back to being the Golden Trio."
"We better get back inside, we have dueling practice. Tonks can be scary when she wants to be." Said Hermione. She gave Ron's shoulder a little squeeze as she started to walk back to the castle. "You coming?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." Said Ron as he pondered over their conversation. 'I really wish that I could believe you Hermione, I really do. Something tells me that you wish you could too.' The rolling thunder seemed to echo his thoughts of unease as he got up to follow Hermione. 'If only I could believe your comforting words Hermione."
A shadowy figure flew over the horizon, its destination: Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Its powerful wing beats were weakening as exhaustion started to claim her. Gathering her strength, she powered on, ignorant of her bleeding wounds or her exhaustion. She knew she had to make it in time or all would be lost.
'Albus has to know. I can't let him down now! Not after all that he's done for me. I can't giv – uhg' she grabbed her side as pain raced through her. '… No…not… now.
She struggled to remain in the air but the pain was unrelenting. Gasping with the need to succumb to the darkness that had begun to invade her vision, she saw a person walking towards the castle. A person with strikingly red hair, it was a Weasley, perfect. Maneuvering her wings she made her way towards the person hoping to get help. However, things don't always go as planed. Just as she was overhead another bout of pain made her gasp out. Her wings stiffened up from blood loss and her vision faded on her.
"I'm sorry… Albus…" She whispered as her body gave out on her. As she fell from the sky towards the earth below, Ivy Bellenmore knew no more.
As she slowly came back to the world of the living, the first thing she noticed was white. Closing her eyes, Ivy realized that she was in the hospital wing. Relaxing a bit, she realized that the Weasley, whichever one it was, had brought her here. That thought only calmed her for a moment before she remembered her mission. With a startled cry she opened her eyes.
"Albus!" Ivy cried out, calling over the attention of Madam Pomfrey. As Ivy tried to get out of bed, Pomfrey pushed her back in.
"Poppy, how long have I been out?"
"Not long, an hour or so. Lay back down, you're not fit to be out of bed." Madam Pomfrey pushed Ivy back down onto the bed again. "Ivy, you should really know better!" Admonished Madam Pomfrey.
"Nonsense Pomfrey! I'll be fine; I just need to see Albus. He needs to know – uhg!" Ivy clutched her side in pain.
"There, you see, not well enough to be out of bed. Do they ever listen to me, nooooooo! What do I know, I'm just a certified head nurse." Looking down at Ivy, Pomfrey let out a sigh as her patient tried to rise again. "Oh, do lie back down Ivy. You're worse than Mr. Potter! You'll only hurt yourself more, demon blood or no, you still need time to heal."
Giving the head nurse a glare that could kill, Ivy finally rose to her feet. When Pomfrey attempted to seat her on the bed, she was rudely shoved aside.
"I told you; I need to see Albus. I have no time to heal." With that, Ivy ran out of the hospital wing clutching her side all the way with her wings bandaged and folded behind her.
"Well I never!" Huffed Pomfrey as she went about her other work.
In no time at all Ivy had made it to the headmaster's office, but not before receiving some stares from students along the way. Taking a deep breath Ivy gave a knock on the door before entering after the Headmaster's call to come in.
"Albus." Ivy gave a curt nod to the wizened headmaster who was currently petting the head of Fawks. With a nod in return and a hand gesture towards one of the over stuffed chairs that adorned his office, Ivy sat herself down being mindful of her wings and injuries.
"I am afraid to inform you of an attack planed for tonight. Severus was able to give me very little detail before he was taken prisoner. I myself barely escaped."
"Is there anything else? What about Mr. Potter? Any news?" Asked the old Headmaster.
"… I'm sorry Albus. I don't know what has happened to him. No one does, save the Dark Lord." Said Ivy.
"…" The Headmaster said nothing as he gave Fawks two pieces of rolled up parchment. With a pat on the head Fawks disappeared in a ball of fire.
"…Headmaster? Is everything alright?"
"…"
When no words were forthcoming from the old man, Ivy started to get impatient. Before he could speak, there came a knock at the door as Minerva McGonagall and Nymphadora Tonks entered. Fawks was on Tonks' shoulder.
"You call for us?" Asked Tonks.
"What is this about Albus?" Asked Minerva as she took a seat near Ivy. Giving a quick nod to Ivy, Minerva turned her attention to Albus.
"I am afraid that Hogwarts will have to be evacuated at once. It is no longer safe here for the students. I had hoped to protect them, but I see now that that is impossible. Voldemort would surly not spare their lives. Minerva, please, I need you to call the Order of the Phoenix." Said Dumbledore.
"Surely we will have no need for that!" Cried Minerva.
"Minerva, calm yourself. In time such as these, we need a calm mind to think things through." Said Dumbledore. Before he could speak again a violent tremor ripped through the castle.
"What was that?!?!" Exclaimed Tonks.
"It seems old Voldie got impatient." Said Ivy, her distaste for the creature dripping off her every word.
"Alas, it is as I feared." At the looks of the other occupants of the room, Dumbledore elaborated. "It would seem as if the final battle has begun."
The storm had arrived full force and with it, the impending doom of all those present. The Order had arrived in time only to be faced with the imposing forces of the Dark Lord. However, there had been no time to evacuate the school, forcing the students to stay together in safety within the Great Hall.
Lightning flashed in the sky as Lord Voldemort laughed. It was a laugh of pure insanity, making all those that heard it cringe in dread. Behind him, his army awaited his call. All where tense and ready for battle. The Order members knew that soon, the end would come. No longer being able to take the silence, one Order member spoke up, facing the Dark Lord.
"Where's Harry? What have you done with him?" Yelled Sirius as Remus attempted to restrain his long time friend.
With the end of his laugh, Voldemort summoned a black armor clad figure forward in response to Sirius' outburst. The dark knight stood next to the Dark Lord where all could see him. He wore the darkest armor anyone had ever seen with demonic wings resting upon his shoulders. His very presence seemed to suck the very light from the surrounding area, giving him a dark glow. His helmet resembled that of a black skull with blazing crimson red eyes gazing out at those present. Voldemort motioned to the dark knight, and he removed his helmet. The dark knight's shoulder length midnight black hair flowed around him in the evening wind as those present saw the face of a lost friend.
"H-Harry?!" Cried Sirius as he fell to his knees. He could not believe what now stood before him. It was no longer James' son, but a demon sent to Earth, hell-bent on destroying them all.
His once phoenix like wings now resembled those of a demon's. His talons had elongated into wicked looking claws; perfect for tearing. His face held many scars, making gruesome tattoos on his skin. The worst part of this sickening transformation were his eyes. The once green eyes that had held love and joy of life, now only held pain and spiteful hate as he looked out upon the group through crimson red eyes. Casting his gaze over the solemn faces of those present he awaited his master's command, claws and fangs itching to tare into flesh and taste the pain of their victim.
"Welcome to my new reign of terror! Now you face my ultimate weapon!" Yelled Voldemort as he began to chuckle, then outright laugh.
His laugh was horrible and only seemed to make those present face the reality ahead of them. As his laugh died down a cruel smirk found its way to his face causing all to fall silent. The silence was deafening and as the Dark Lord turned to his monstrosity, his next words promised their demise.
"Kill them all!"
Author's note: OK, I am evil once again! I get the chills just writing this. I gave a smidge of fluff for all those Ron/Hermione fans out there. Don't expect anymore than what was given!
What will happen next chapter? And just what has Voldie done to Harry? Will Harry really go through with Voldie's command or fight back like the good little Gryffindor he is?
I realize that I took a long time update and I'm sorry! I am back on a regular schedule so it should be at least once a month, more if I get more time. Don't give up on me! This story is almost done, then on to other fics I had planed. Check my bio for them. See ya!
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