Non Omnis Moriar

6: Cross Over

Hello Hello! I had this chapter written during last year's Nanowrimo however, it took me a while to get it fully fitting with the foreshadowing and the theories that I had done during the outlining. I really wanted to keep it informative but not too revealing but I'm also not sure if I've done a good job on it. Sorry :(

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I stared at the space between us, suddenly wishing that Harry would do exactly that. Take those few hurried strides and get to me.

Voldemort was still pointing his wand idly in the space between. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded.

It seemed that people were already catching on. Hagrid looked petrified; his death eaters were looking at me, some with blank, disinterested looks on their face and others with vindictive pleasure.

Harry finally looked at me head on and I knew what was going to happen. I knew even before I saw the decision snap into Voldemort's eyes. Then the words framed in his mouth.

"NO!" I heard, as if through a tunnel, far off and fading fast, the last thing I heard. The green light came next, the last thing I saw.

And everything was gone.

My hands crumbled leaves, some dry, powdering under my grasping fingers. The others were wet, dewy soft and left coolness across my too hot skin.

I squeezed my eyes shut, screwing them up tightly, trying hard to go back to the bliss of unconsciousness.

Harry dropped down next to me on the wooden chair, the books on the table in front jostling at the force. I looked up, frowning at him. "Try harder next time, Potter, I don't think the books on the shelves quite felt it." I said, returning to scribble down the ingredients for Snape's homework.

Harry didn't retort, his body slumping further into the chair. "Where are Ron and Hermione?" He asked.

"Ron's down the hall, Defense against the Dark Arts homework, says he better teach himself if he wants to pass this year. Don't know what he's going to do though, Lockhart's papers are all about himself and Hermione is helping Neville with his Charms."

Harry grunted.

I looked back at him. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Harry's glasses had slid down his nose, his hair almost hiding the glum look on his face. I reached out to slip the too big glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose. "Harry," I called again for his attention.

He looked up finally.

"I just ran into a bunch of Hufflepuffs in the corridors." He said.

"Oh," I returned to the potions. "Did you find Justin?"

"No...Ernie Macmillan found me."

I turned back to look at him. "He told me Justin doesn't want to see me. He was telling the others about how Justin was hiding in their dormitories, too scared to come in case I came after him, since, you know, he told me about how he was going to go to Eton." Harry said bitterly. "When I said, the snake backed off after I told it to, he started telling me about how nine generations of the Macmillan family are pureblooded." He shook his head. "What do I care about his generations? Do I look like I'm going to set a huge monster after them?" He looked angry but when his eyes found mine, it was pleading, almost as if...