Harry Potter and the Guardian of Time
Author: L. N. Scott
Author email: [email protected]
Spoilers: For all four books
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.
Chapter Seven: A Dark Victory
Hermione Granger was pacing rapidly in her room. She couldn't believe it. The resistance had all been told that morning that it was confirmed that Lord Voldemort was dead. At first, there was celebration. Then, the grave announcement came that Harry Potter and Virginia Weasley were taken by the Dark Lord's son. Hermione was angry at a lot of people, but especially Sirius for being such an idiot, letting Ginny go after Harry. Ginny may be a talented witch, but she was also reckless and stubborn. Ron, her boyfriend, was sitting on her bed, eying her worriedly. "Herm, stop worrying. This is Harry Potter we're talking about. But, he dragged Virginia into this... I am going to kill him if she gets hurt because of him," Ron said in a tight voice as though trying to convince himself that they were okay.
"Ron, you know perfectly well that if she got hurt, it would be of her own will. Maybe you don't see it, but I can tell that they really care for each other. I'm not sure about Harry, I don't know him that well, but I can say for a fact that your sister is truely, madly and deeply in love with him."
Ron's freckled face blanched white. "L-Love?" he spluttered. "Virginia is in love with him? You mean she's actually going to try and stay loyal to Potter? Shit!" he swore.
Hermione stopped pacing and looked calculatingly at Ron. "Ron, you shouldn't swear! And what's wrong with it? I think it's sweet and romantic. Not that you would understand," she said coldly.
Ron stood up and his eyes were glittering oddly. "Hermione, now is not the time to discuss our relationship. We need to-"
Hermione, her face red, shouted over him. "What do you mean now is not the time? I think now is a very good time! Ron, our relationship is falling apart! You've been missing for days on end, you never talk to me, and you haven't kissed me for a two months! Now you should tell me what the hell is going on, or I am leaving you Ronald Weasley!"
Ron gave a funny half smile. "Hermione," he said calmly. "You are absolutely right. I have been a real jerk. I will tell you why I've been distant and all. But first, let me give you something that I've been meaning to for a long time."
He pulled a black jewellery box out of his pocket and held it out for her. Wordlessly, she reached to take the the box from his hands. As she felt her hands close over the box, she felt as thought she was being pulled forward. The box was a portkey. She and Ron were disolving in the howling wind and color. The world around her swirled and she wondered what the hell Ron was up to.(A/N: I know I have alot of portkeys in this book, but I like portkeys!)
* * *
Mentally grinning from head to toe, Harry mumbled, "Lower."
The gorgeous girl who was massaging him quickly did as he asked. She moved her graceful ivory fingers, which were painted blood red to match her ircredibly short shorts, lower on his back. She had blue-black ringlets down to her waist, which covered up the fact that she was topless. "Of course, Harry," she said in a honey-coated voice. "Congratutations on capturing those rebels. I knew you would do it. You're so handsome and strong and powerful. How ever did you do it, Harry?"
Harry instantly sat up, still a bit dizzy from all of the sandal-wood scented oil over his body. He struggled to remember this one's name. Technically, he was still going out with Charlotte Ware, but Charlotte, who was very smart, lacked the hour-glass figure and smoky gray eyes that this witch possessed. "Shit. I have to go question them before anyone else gets to them. Even though the two prisoners are separated, both are mad enough to decapitate the unwary with their hands. Also, I think I will enjoy my interviews with these rebels. Bye. And, er, what's your name again?" He said, getting up and heading for the door.
She smiled coyly, apparently a little thing like him not even knowing her name was going to put her off. She didn't seem at all offended. Then again, Harry Potter usually didn't even bother getting to know the names of the countless girls he was with. If he asked for her name, he must like her. "Verity. Verity Amor. I will see you later, Harry Potter," she murmered seductively.
He grinned. In his mind he thought, Goodbye Charlotte. Hello Verity. "I will most definitely be seeing you around, Verity Amor," he said in a low voice, letting her name roll over his tongue like a fine wine. "Now I must give those prisoners a proper greeting," he sneered, walking out of the door.
* * *
A green lightning bolt flashed. Harry and Ginny were trapped. Behind them, giant scorpions and spiders were moving like one enormous monster. There were two ways to go through the passage. Each way had three people begging them to follow them and not the other three. One passageway had velvet carpets and chadaliers floating in the air. Ron, Percy Weasley and a pretty girl with reddish hair and olive green eyes were pleading with Harry and Ginny to follow them down that passage. The other passageway was dark and shadowed, and the floor was rough wood. Hermione, a pretty girl with long blue-black curls and Fleur Delacour were frantically gesturing them to follow them. He looked at Ginny and could read from her expression that she also was confused about whether to listen to Ron or Hermione. There was another flash of light, this time blinding white and Harry Potter woke, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
That was a very weird dream, he thought. He looked at the room he was in. He was suddenly aware that he was chained to the walls by cold metal chains that he could feel burning icily with magic. He looked at the room he was in. It was not the room that he had arrived in. It was circular with roughly hewn stone walls. There were no windows and straw cover the floor that he had been sleeping on. There was one door, but it looked like it was made out of steel. He tried to remember what had happened, but all he could remember was... Ginny! Where was she? When they had used the portkey, they had travelled together, but where was she? She definitely wasn't in the room.
With an ominous crrreeeeaaakkk, the metal door opened and Harry, through blurred vision (he still doesn't have his glasses), saw himself, clothed in emerald green robes lined with gold. "You are awake," said a cruel, cold voice. "Excellent. I will begin by telling you that in this room, no magic can be done, not by me or anyone else. So it is pointless to try and transform or Apparate or even to use a portkey. I want to begin my questioning."
The figure walked over to Harry and paused, looking into Harry's green eyes that were identical to his own. Then, without warning, his fist struck out with the speed of a snake and landed on Harry's stomach. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. Instead he glared stonily at his attacker. "Oops. I forgot to tell you. I can still hurt you as long as it doesn't involve magic," his counterpart said with the tone of one making a small, petty mistake. "I must say, I'm enjoying this far too much."
Harry felt the anger well up in him. "Well, at least I don't need to chain up my enemies just to get in a decent punch," he retorted cooly.
The other Harry didn't respond, he just took out a small vial filled with a clear potion. Harry felt his stomach clench. Veritaserum. Shit. The other Harry firmly placed his right hand around his prisoners neck, making the prisoner choke. As his mouth opened, Harry emptied the three drops into his prisoner's mouth. Instantly, the prisoner stopped struggling. He went limp in his chains and his emerald eyes dulled, then slipped in and out of focus. The Dark wizard smirked, then ruthlessly began his questioning.
* * *
Virginia Weasley let a muffled sob escape her. She was not in a dungeon cell like she imagined she would be, but in a plain, peach colored room. It was simply furnished with a small bed and a wooden wardrobe. There was one door that she immeadietly tried to open, but it was locked. She was trapped. Harry must have confiscated my wand, she thought bitterly. She decided that she shouldn't just sit there and worry, waiting for Harry to come and kill or torture her. She started looking through the wardrobe for anything useful, something heavy that she could bash Harry's head in with. She hated him always having the upperhand.
As she ruffled through the wardrobe, she found nothing remotely useful, just robes in every color you could hope for, some very nice strappy shoes that Ginny would very much like to keep, if they weren't owned by that son- of-a-bitch. She felt the anger well up in her and she kicked the wardrobe, and succeeded in brusing her toe. She took hold of one strappy shoe and banged it against the door in frustration. "Let me out, Harry! Let me out, our I'll use this shoe to tear you apart and wear your intestines as a belt!"
A cold voice from behind her made her freeze what she was doing. "That would be painful, as well as a fashion disaster, Weasley."
She slowly turned around and saw her old boyfriend lying gracefully on her bed, looking very sexy in a green and gold robe. Damn, she though. Why does he have to look so perfect? Why can't he be horrible looking? She couldn't help but notice how he had changed since they were together. He was taller, colder and more arrogant. His eyes, that used to have an almost golden tinge, were a calculating, hard, sharp green. His face was thinner, which made his perfect cheekbones stand out and his skin was much paler. His lips were curled in an amused smirk. "How've you been, Ginny? Actually, spare me. Your speccy boyfriend told me everything under the influence of Veritaserum. I must say, I never suspected the Guardian was real. I want to thank you, by the way, for coming here. Now were have a hostage to barter with. Your resistance is pathetic. They are going to crumble, Weasley. Of course, we're never letting you leave alive, but they are too stupid to know that."
Ginny's lip trembled. He was so cruel. And this was all her fault. Now, she was a hostage and she was sure that any of her brothers would willingly take her place. Her voice cracked as she asked the one thing that still mattered. "Where is Harry?"
The wizard smiled broadly. "It's a pity, really. I would have liked him, though he was competition for my looks. He was powerful too, maybe even more powerful than me. I'm afraid we'll never know."
Ginny's insides went cold. "What do you mean we'll never know?" she whispered so quietly that she could barely hear herself.
"I killed him. He is dead, Weasley," he said, pulling a knife out of his pocket that was stained red.
Ginny froze. It was as though her heart was forgetting to beat her lungs forgot to breathe, and her veins were filled with ice. She was no longer in the room, her mind was else where in a land of gray shadows. I killed him. He's dead. No, she thought frantically. No. He's lying. No. Harry can't be dead. No. He's dead. No!
* * *
Hermione felt her feet hit a hard stone ground. She stood up slowly, still dizzy from the portkey trip. The walls were all rock, and she was in a room with one exit. She glanced around for Ron, but found herself looking at his wand. "Don't move, Hermione," he whispered with a triumphant smile.
Hermione felt a tingle of cold fear travel up her spine. What was going on? This was Ron, loyal, brave and loving Ron. With her eyes so big that they dominated her face she said in a would-be calm voice, "Ron, where are we? What is going on?"
He gave a small grimace. "I'm sorry, Hermione, that it's come to this. I really am. But Virginia is my sister..." he trailed off uncomfortably.
Hermione, who was famous for her incredible skills with logic, quickly figured it out. "You are going to trade me to get Ginny back," she said in a cold voice, and it was a statement, not a question.
Ron was silent. "How noble of you. I'm sure that Ginny will be so proud that her own brother had the courage to trade her best friend in. Well, good job, Ron."
He burst out in a furious protest. "Hermione! If you had to choose between me and your parents, who would it be?"
Hermione took deep, angry breaths. "You lying bastard! You could of traded yourself in, but oops you are already a Death Eater, aren't you Ron?" she angrily yelled. He was silent again. "I thought so. How else would you have a portkey that takes you right into his dungeon? Ron, don't you see what the Dark Lord has done? Do you understand why we are even resisting against him? What the fuck is your problem?"
Ron flinched at the last sentence. He had never had Hermione direct her anger towards him. Also, he had never heard Hermione swear, not once in her life until now. He quickly hardened his face. "Shut up, mudblood."
"Mudblood?" said Hermione in disbelief. "I was your girlfriend Ronald Weasley! What is all this "mudblood" crap?" she said, taking a step forward, poking a finger in his chest. Ron was too shocked to even move. "I am going to loose my temper, Ron, unless you stop this."
"I..." he spluttered, but this only made Hermione angrier. Whipping out her wand, which Ron had so blindly forgotten about, she hissed, "Stupify!"
He fell back, his eyes glassy and hit the floor. It was then that Hermione realized that she was trapped in the Dark Lord's castle, with no help and no boyfriend. She sank to her knees, crying. "Ron, why did you do this?" she rasped.
She slapped herself and stood up. She was Hermione Granger. She had brains. She had her wand. And she was going to at least try escape with her life and try to help Harry and Ginny if it killed her.
* * *
Harry watched as Ginny blacked out and actually felt a little guilty. It hadn't occured to him that she might actually like this wizard. He cheered himself up a little by thinking about that Death Eater, Ron Weasley. He said he would trade that book theif mudblood, Hermione Granger, for his little sister. A pity that he would have to kill Ginny anyway.
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Okay, so I killed good Harry and I made Ron a Death Eater. And I'm planning Ginny's death and Hermione is hopelessly trapped in evil Harry's fortress. Maybe I should just let evil Harry win and he can wear leather pants to celebrate his victory. Or not. Please read and reveiw and if you want updates, email me at [email protected]
Thanks to Lizzy Black, Xelena, Otaku freak, Leeva, Melanie, Kit Walker, Generay, mw, Time Twins, Stewart and Sparks for reviewing this chapter.
Author: L. N. Scott
Author email: [email protected]
Spoilers: For all four books
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.
Chapter Seven: A Dark Victory
Hermione Granger was pacing rapidly in her room. She couldn't believe it. The resistance had all been told that morning that it was confirmed that Lord Voldemort was dead. At first, there was celebration. Then, the grave announcement came that Harry Potter and Virginia Weasley were taken by the Dark Lord's son. Hermione was angry at a lot of people, but especially Sirius for being such an idiot, letting Ginny go after Harry. Ginny may be a talented witch, but she was also reckless and stubborn. Ron, her boyfriend, was sitting on her bed, eying her worriedly. "Herm, stop worrying. This is Harry Potter we're talking about. But, he dragged Virginia into this... I am going to kill him if she gets hurt because of him," Ron said in a tight voice as though trying to convince himself that they were okay.
"Ron, you know perfectly well that if she got hurt, it would be of her own will. Maybe you don't see it, but I can tell that they really care for each other. I'm not sure about Harry, I don't know him that well, but I can say for a fact that your sister is truely, madly and deeply in love with him."
Ron's freckled face blanched white. "L-Love?" he spluttered. "Virginia is in love with him? You mean she's actually going to try and stay loyal to Potter? Shit!" he swore.
Hermione stopped pacing and looked calculatingly at Ron. "Ron, you shouldn't swear! And what's wrong with it? I think it's sweet and romantic. Not that you would understand," she said coldly.
Ron stood up and his eyes were glittering oddly. "Hermione, now is not the time to discuss our relationship. We need to-"
Hermione, her face red, shouted over him. "What do you mean now is not the time? I think now is a very good time! Ron, our relationship is falling apart! You've been missing for days on end, you never talk to me, and you haven't kissed me for a two months! Now you should tell me what the hell is going on, or I am leaving you Ronald Weasley!"
Ron gave a funny half smile. "Hermione," he said calmly. "You are absolutely right. I have been a real jerk. I will tell you why I've been distant and all. But first, let me give you something that I've been meaning to for a long time."
He pulled a black jewellery box out of his pocket and held it out for her. Wordlessly, she reached to take the the box from his hands. As she felt her hands close over the box, she felt as thought she was being pulled forward. The box was a portkey. She and Ron were disolving in the howling wind and color. The world around her swirled and she wondered what the hell Ron was up to.(A/N: I know I have alot of portkeys in this book, but I like portkeys!)
* * *
Mentally grinning from head to toe, Harry mumbled, "Lower."
The gorgeous girl who was massaging him quickly did as he asked. She moved her graceful ivory fingers, which were painted blood red to match her ircredibly short shorts, lower on his back. She had blue-black ringlets down to her waist, which covered up the fact that she was topless. "Of course, Harry," she said in a honey-coated voice. "Congratutations on capturing those rebels. I knew you would do it. You're so handsome and strong and powerful. How ever did you do it, Harry?"
Harry instantly sat up, still a bit dizzy from all of the sandal-wood scented oil over his body. He struggled to remember this one's name. Technically, he was still going out with Charlotte Ware, but Charlotte, who was very smart, lacked the hour-glass figure and smoky gray eyes that this witch possessed. "Shit. I have to go question them before anyone else gets to them. Even though the two prisoners are separated, both are mad enough to decapitate the unwary with their hands. Also, I think I will enjoy my interviews with these rebels. Bye. And, er, what's your name again?" He said, getting up and heading for the door.
She smiled coyly, apparently a little thing like him not even knowing her name was going to put her off. She didn't seem at all offended. Then again, Harry Potter usually didn't even bother getting to know the names of the countless girls he was with. If he asked for her name, he must like her. "Verity. Verity Amor. I will see you later, Harry Potter," she murmered seductively.
He grinned. In his mind he thought, Goodbye Charlotte. Hello Verity. "I will most definitely be seeing you around, Verity Amor," he said in a low voice, letting her name roll over his tongue like a fine wine. "Now I must give those prisoners a proper greeting," he sneered, walking out of the door.
* * *
A green lightning bolt flashed. Harry and Ginny were trapped. Behind them, giant scorpions and spiders were moving like one enormous monster. There were two ways to go through the passage. Each way had three people begging them to follow them and not the other three. One passageway had velvet carpets and chadaliers floating in the air. Ron, Percy Weasley and a pretty girl with reddish hair and olive green eyes were pleading with Harry and Ginny to follow them down that passage. The other passageway was dark and shadowed, and the floor was rough wood. Hermione, a pretty girl with long blue-black curls and Fleur Delacour were frantically gesturing them to follow them. He looked at Ginny and could read from her expression that she also was confused about whether to listen to Ron or Hermione. There was another flash of light, this time blinding white and Harry Potter woke, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.
That was a very weird dream, he thought. He looked at the room he was in. He was suddenly aware that he was chained to the walls by cold metal chains that he could feel burning icily with magic. He looked at the room he was in. It was not the room that he had arrived in. It was circular with roughly hewn stone walls. There were no windows and straw cover the floor that he had been sleeping on. There was one door, but it looked like it was made out of steel. He tried to remember what had happened, but all he could remember was... Ginny! Where was she? When they had used the portkey, they had travelled together, but where was she? She definitely wasn't in the room.
With an ominous crrreeeeaaakkk, the metal door opened and Harry, through blurred vision (he still doesn't have his glasses), saw himself, clothed in emerald green robes lined with gold. "You are awake," said a cruel, cold voice. "Excellent. I will begin by telling you that in this room, no magic can be done, not by me or anyone else. So it is pointless to try and transform or Apparate or even to use a portkey. I want to begin my questioning."
The figure walked over to Harry and paused, looking into Harry's green eyes that were identical to his own. Then, without warning, his fist struck out with the speed of a snake and landed on Harry's stomach. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. Instead he glared stonily at his attacker. "Oops. I forgot to tell you. I can still hurt you as long as it doesn't involve magic," his counterpart said with the tone of one making a small, petty mistake. "I must say, I'm enjoying this far too much."
Harry felt the anger well up in him. "Well, at least I don't need to chain up my enemies just to get in a decent punch," he retorted cooly.
The other Harry didn't respond, he just took out a small vial filled with a clear potion. Harry felt his stomach clench. Veritaserum. Shit. The other Harry firmly placed his right hand around his prisoners neck, making the prisoner choke. As his mouth opened, Harry emptied the three drops into his prisoner's mouth. Instantly, the prisoner stopped struggling. He went limp in his chains and his emerald eyes dulled, then slipped in and out of focus. The Dark wizard smirked, then ruthlessly began his questioning.
* * *
Virginia Weasley let a muffled sob escape her. She was not in a dungeon cell like she imagined she would be, but in a plain, peach colored room. It was simply furnished with a small bed and a wooden wardrobe. There was one door that she immeadietly tried to open, but it was locked. She was trapped. Harry must have confiscated my wand, she thought bitterly. She decided that she shouldn't just sit there and worry, waiting for Harry to come and kill or torture her. She started looking through the wardrobe for anything useful, something heavy that she could bash Harry's head in with. She hated him always having the upperhand.
As she ruffled through the wardrobe, she found nothing remotely useful, just robes in every color you could hope for, some very nice strappy shoes that Ginny would very much like to keep, if they weren't owned by that son- of-a-bitch. She felt the anger well up in her and she kicked the wardrobe, and succeeded in brusing her toe. She took hold of one strappy shoe and banged it against the door in frustration. "Let me out, Harry! Let me out, our I'll use this shoe to tear you apart and wear your intestines as a belt!"
A cold voice from behind her made her freeze what she was doing. "That would be painful, as well as a fashion disaster, Weasley."
She slowly turned around and saw her old boyfriend lying gracefully on her bed, looking very sexy in a green and gold robe. Damn, she though. Why does he have to look so perfect? Why can't he be horrible looking? She couldn't help but notice how he had changed since they were together. He was taller, colder and more arrogant. His eyes, that used to have an almost golden tinge, were a calculating, hard, sharp green. His face was thinner, which made his perfect cheekbones stand out and his skin was much paler. His lips were curled in an amused smirk. "How've you been, Ginny? Actually, spare me. Your speccy boyfriend told me everything under the influence of Veritaserum. I must say, I never suspected the Guardian was real. I want to thank you, by the way, for coming here. Now were have a hostage to barter with. Your resistance is pathetic. They are going to crumble, Weasley. Of course, we're never letting you leave alive, but they are too stupid to know that."
Ginny's lip trembled. He was so cruel. And this was all her fault. Now, she was a hostage and she was sure that any of her brothers would willingly take her place. Her voice cracked as she asked the one thing that still mattered. "Where is Harry?"
The wizard smiled broadly. "It's a pity, really. I would have liked him, though he was competition for my looks. He was powerful too, maybe even more powerful than me. I'm afraid we'll never know."
Ginny's insides went cold. "What do you mean we'll never know?" she whispered so quietly that she could barely hear herself.
"I killed him. He is dead, Weasley," he said, pulling a knife out of his pocket that was stained red.
Ginny froze. It was as though her heart was forgetting to beat her lungs forgot to breathe, and her veins were filled with ice. She was no longer in the room, her mind was else where in a land of gray shadows. I killed him. He's dead. No, she thought frantically. No. He's lying. No. Harry can't be dead. No. He's dead. No!
* * *
Hermione felt her feet hit a hard stone ground. She stood up slowly, still dizzy from the portkey trip. The walls were all rock, and she was in a room with one exit. She glanced around for Ron, but found herself looking at his wand. "Don't move, Hermione," he whispered with a triumphant smile.
Hermione felt a tingle of cold fear travel up her spine. What was going on? This was Ron, loyal, brave and loving Ron. With her eyes so big that they dominated her face she said in a would-be calm voice, "Ron, where are we? What is going on?"
He gave a small grimace. "I'm sorry, Hermione, that it's come to this. I really am. But Virginia is my sister..." he trailed off uncomfortably.
Hermione, who was famous for her incredible skills with logic, quickly figured it out. "You are going to trade me to get Ginny back," she said in a cold voice, and it was a statement, not a question.
Ron was silent. "How noble of you. I'm sure that Ginny will be so proud that her own brother had the courage to trade her best friend in. Well, good job, Ron."
He burst out in a furious protest. "Hermione! If you had to choose between me and your parents, who would it be?"
Hermione took deep, angry breaths. "You lying bastard! You could of traded yourself in, but oops you are already a Death Eater, aren't you Ron?" she angrily yelled. He was silent again. "I thought so. How else would you have a portkey that takes you right into his dungeon? Ron, don't you see what the Dark Lord has done? Do you understand why we are even resisting against him? What the fuck is your problem?"
Ron flinched at the last sentence. He had never had Hermione direct her anger towards him. Also, he had never heard Hermione swear, not once in her life until now. He quickly hardened his face. "Shut up, mudblood."
"Mudblood?" said Hermione in disbelief. "I was your girlfriend Ronald Weasley! What is all this "mudblood" crap?" she said, taking a step forward, poking a finger in his chest. Ron was too shocked to even move. "I am going to loose my temper, Ron, unless you stop this."
"I..." he spluttered, but this only made Hermione angrier. Whipping out her wand, which Ron had so blindly forgotten about, she hissed, "Stupify!"
He fell back, his eyes glassy and hit the floor. It was then that Hermione realized that she was trapped in the Dark Lord's castle, with no help and no boyfriend. She sank to her knees, crying. "Ron, why did you do this?" she rasped.
She slapped herself and stood up. She was Hermione Granger. She had brains. She had her wand. And she was going to at least try escape with her life and try to help Harry and Ginny if it killed her.
* * *
Harry watched as Ginny blacked out and actually felt a little guilty. It hadn't occured to him that she might actually like this wizard. He cheered himself up a little by thinking about that Death Eater, Ron Weasley. He said he would trade that book theif mudblood, Hermione Granger, for his little sister. A pity that he would have to kill Ginny anyway.
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Okay, so I killed good Harry and I made Ron a Death Eater. And I'm planning Ginny's death and Hermione is hopelessly trapped in evil Harry's fortress. Maybe I should just let evil Harry win and he can wear leather pants to celebrate his victory. Or not. Please read and reveiw and if you want updates, email me at [email protected]
Thanks to Lizzy Black, Xelena, Otaku freak, Leeva, Melanie, Kit Walker, Generay, mw, Time Twins, Stewart and Sparks for reviewing this chapter.