Lucy Jones 1: The beginning of a tale (HP fanfiction)

24 Be Brave

Lucy watches Harry go through the flames. If only she could go with him. Maybe she could help. They would be stronger together, right?

She turns around and sees that all the bottles are filled once more. The riddle didn't change. She rereads it to make sure. She retakes the little bottle and watches the door. She could go help Harry. Maybe he needs some help. She is scared. She isn't brave or anything like it. But then she thinks of Harry, her friend, who went through the door. He needs her to be brave. She no longer hesitates, drinks the potion and walks through the fire.

Lucy sees Professor Quirrell, but it appears he has another face. And it speaks to Harry: 'It's time for me, Lord Voldemort, to rise again.'

Harry screams: 'No!' Then the professor/you-know-who attacks him. You-know-who can't touch Harry, so he uses it against the professor/you-know-who.

Lucy watches from a distance. They didn't notice her yet. She doesn't know if she can do something. She only knows that they must stop You-know-who from returning, and the only thing she sees is Harry. His face becomes paler. She runs across the room and throws the professor/You-know-who of Harry.

At that moment, Professor Quirrell is literally broken, but a void comes out of him. She looks at it, and then it flies right at her. She feels the void trying to possess her. She resists it, but it becomes more difficult every second.

She hears another voice. She wants to see who it is, but everything goes black.

Harry blinks a few times. Something is shimmering in front of him. He tries to focus. Are those the glasses from Professor Dumbledore?

'Good afternoon, Harry.'

He wants to sit up: 'Professor... the stone... You have to go get it!'

'Easy, the stone is safe. Thanks to you and your friends.'

Harry looks around the room and sees a lot of candy beside him.

'That's from your admirers. Everything that happened yesterday is a complete secret, so naturally, the whole school knows.' Dumbledore laughs.

'What happened? Where are you here? Did you get our message?' Harry says, turning back towards the Professor.

'I must have missed it. I was halfway to London when I noticed I had left where I was needed. I arrived just in time. I had feared I had been too late....'

'But you were in time to save the stone?' Harry asks.

'yes, but more importantly, I was in time to... If Lucy hadn't intervened, you would probably be dead.'

Harry sees Dumbledore looking at a curtain at the end of the room. 'Is she ok?'

'Lucy's condition is uncertain. She isn't awake yet. She will be transferred to St. Mungo's in an hour.

'How did she get injured?'

'Lucy arrived just in time to save you, Harry. She pushed Professor Quirrell away from you. He was already dying at that moment. It was the spirit of Voldemort itself that took away a lot of her spirit. She fought him off quite well.'

He looks away from the curtain: 'Do you think she will wake up?'

'I can't promise anything, but she has a strong mind.'

'And the stone, what did you do with it?'

'It's destroyed', Dumbledore says.

'But what about Flamel?'

'So, you know about him. He and his wife have enough elixir for now, but eventually, they will die.'

'Professor, I wanted to know why Professor Quirrell couldn't touch me.'

'You're protected by the most powerful form of magic, love. The love from your mother keeps you safe.'

'How, professor?'

'Harry, some things I can't answer yet. When the time comes, you will know.'

Hermione and Ron watch Lucy passing by, standing just outside the hospital wing, lying on a stretcher. They will bring her to St. Mungo's.

Hermione looks at Harry, who has woken up. They walk towards him.

Harry explains what happened to him. He tells what Dumbledore said about it. And eventually, he tells Lucy's part.

But after that, madame Pomfrey sends them away. Hermione and Ron go back to the common room. They won, but still...

Slytherin has won the house cup. Losing against them gives a bitter taste.

Dumbledore stands up to say something: 'So as you see, Slytherin won, but there are still some points to deliver last-minute... First, Ron Weasley, I award him forty points for Hogwarts' best chess game for a long time.

Second, Hermione Granger, I award forty points for showing to perform magic under stressful circumstances...

Third, to Harry Potter, I award him fifty points for extreme courage. And last, ... I award Lucy Jones fifty points for standing up for her friends. If my calculations are correct, the decorations need to be replaced.'

All Gryffindor jump up, cheering, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff jump up. They won! Gryffindor won!

Lucy should be here. She would have loved it, her friends think.

Lucy lies in the hospital. She gets multiple potions to keep her healthy and hydrated. It's difficult to find what is wrong. There is no medical explanation. There is no spell, no potion that can wake her up.

They check on her to see how she reacts to their treatments. Nothing had worked for now. She is still in a deep sleep. Days pass, school is over, and her friends return home. But Lucy is not. She is fast asleep.

They needed to try harder. Nobody wants to give up. So, they give her essential potions and hope she'll wake up soon.