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A Broken Sunrise: Part Two

The next installment in this particular fic and a wee more of a taste of the Questionable Encounter Universe. Happy Halloween my LJ friends I have yet to submit this anywhere else. Lord Voldemort, I mean, um.. LadyTory likes to reward her loyal followers! (See this whole having my own universe thing is going to my head!)

Part Two:

Kingsley stared back and forth between the huddled mass that was Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger and what seemed to be a withered body. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t. But yet he knew in his heart that it was. Voldemort was dead, really truly dead. And he couldn’t help it, as the three teenagers looked up at him, Kingsley Shacklebolt, member of the Order of the Phoenix, seasoned Auror and sometimes secretary to the Muggle Prime Minister, burst into hysterical laughter.

“You did it, Potter! You did it!” his deep voice rang out in the circular chamber, as his laughter subsided and he began to take stock of their conditions. “Looks like we will need to get the three of you over to St. Mungo’s,” his voice was returning to serious tones as he knelt beside the three clearly injured friends.

“No.” Harry Potter’s voice was hoarse and weak, but it was firm.


Hermione looked down at Harry questioningly and he threw her a knowing glance. She understood. St. Mungo’s would be crawling with the likes of Rita Skeeter and Rufus Scrimgeour. There would be too many questions too soon. There would be questions for which even Harry, who had been there at the last moments, would not know how to answer. They would be pulled apart and interrogated separately, her hand closed instinctively on Ron’s as he looked into her eyes and they leaned protectively closer to Harry. Her mind was whirring. How could they escape all of that, even for a moment?

“Take us to Headquarters Kingsley. McGonagall can get Madame Pomfrey there by floo; it’s still connected to the Headmistress’ office. She can fix us up.” Ron’s head collapsed on Hermione’s shoulder as soon as he quit speaking, as if the plan had taken the last of his energy. Hermione nodded up at Kingsley, cradling Ron’s head against her shoulder with her hand. Harry’s eyes were closing again; they didn’t have much time.

“You get Harry, I can carry Ron,” she said softly. “Where is the closest floo?”


“Arthur!” Mr. Weasley was roused from the kitchen table by the sound of his name being frantically shouted by Kingsley Shacklebolt from the living room of Number 12. Arthur sprang to his feet and rushed up the stairs, wiping his face on the sleeve of his robes as he went. The site that greeted him would have caused him to crumple to the ground had it not been for the adrenalin coursing through his veins. Kingsley, covered in soot, was standing in the middle of the living room holding the limp body of Harry Potter in his arms. “Catch the other two, they can barely stand.”

Arthur looked back to the emerald flames of the fireplace and rushed forward just in time to catch the gangly body of his youngest son as Hermione Granger’s arms fell from around Ron’s waist. He looked frantically around at the scene trying to take it all in while fumbling to brush the soot off of his unconscious son’s face. Kingsley had placed Harry on the sofa and conjured two camp beds. The Auror gestured for Arthur to lay Ron down; and Mr. Weasley did so quickly, as his own knees were failing him.

“They’re alive,” Hermione stated weakly from the floor where she had fallen, “They’re just hurt,” and with that the young witch passed out cold.


“Minerva!” Professor McGonagall looked up from a letter she was drafting to the parents of Hogwarts students to see Arthur Weasley’s face in her fire. Even through the green flames of the Floo Network she could tell that he was not well. She clutched her heart as she stood and strode toward Mr. Weasley. “Get Madame Pomfrey and meet us at Headquarters now! I’ve got to contact Molly,” he paused to look behind him. “Hurry, Minerva, its Harry. It’s over, but they aren’t well.” And then he disappeared. Minerva grabbed a pinch of floo powder and practically screamed into the fireplace.

“Poppy! Get you bag and get to my office! It’s an emergency,” Madame Pomfrey nodded; Poppy knew how to handle an emergency. Minerva was thankful for the matron’s nerves of steel. She had seen as much or more than Minerva herself had, she would know what to do. Minerva knew that she would. The Headmistress stepped back as Madame Pomfrey popped out of the fireplace and landed on her feet.

“It’s Potter isn’t it?” Minerva nodded as she grabbed some more Floo Powder and shouted.

“Number 12 Grimmauld Place!”


“Molly!” Molly looked up from her daughter and her clock to see her husband’s face in her fireplace. “Headquarters now.” Molly watched as Arthur looked at the couch and his daughter who had sat up at his voice. “Bring Ginny.”

“It’s over isn’t it, Arthur?” Molly was on her knees, her face nearly in the flames herself. Arthur nodded, “Are they… are they all…” She paused and looked back at Ginny guardedly. “Are they all okay, Arthur?”

“They’re all still alive. Bring us some things, we might be here awhile.” Arthur sounded pained, and Molly nodded slowly. Ginny was already standing, walking unsteadily for the stairs.

“I’ll pack the trunks Arthur; tell them we will be right there.” Arthur’s head disappeared and Molly was thankful that at least her son was with his father. She ran to the master bedroom, and began summoning everything that she could think of that they might need.


Ginny was running as fast as she could up the stairs to her room. She pulled Harry’s school trunk from her closet and opened it, staring down at the contents through a veil of tears. He was alive. He was alive. Over and over again, the glorious thought ran through her mind. It was all over and he was alive, at least for now he was. At that she began throwing superfluous items out of the trunk and replacing them with the practical. The Broomstick Servicing Kit was thrown under her bed and there was a loud clunk as a cauldron and telescope hit the floor. Uncle Vernon’s socks were unceremoniously flung against the wall accompanied by the muffled clinking of a broken Sneak-a-scope. She tossed in jumpers and a pillow, clothes for herself and her pajamas.

She tore out of the room and dragged the trunk, banging on each stair, up to Ron’s room. He would want his blanket she thought as she pulled the orange duvet from his bed and stuffed it into the nearly full trunk. She pulled out maroon jumpers; the old ones would fit Hermione, as well as Ron’s old pajamas. She took advantage of the relaxed restriction on underage magic and enlarged the interior of the trunk to fit some of Ron’s clothes and the worn copy of Hogwarts: A History that was on the bedside table. Moments later she was standing in front of the fireplace waiting for her mother.


Tonks collapsed on a bench in the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. Her fellow Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt was nowhere to be found according to the others in her department. Tonks had turned over her hostage to Magical Law Enforcement and written a quick draft of a report. If what she had heard was more than just rumors, Lord Voldemort’s body had been found in the entrance to the Department of Mysteries just moments before she arrived. She had stopped by the loo and cleared most of the blood from her face. She was exhausted, but all she could think about was Remus. If it really was over, had he made it through the night? It had been a full moon.

She opened her tired eyes to see the shadow of a Patronus; a bull with a golden ring in its nose was standing in front of her stamping its foot silently 12 times. Kingsley was at Headquarters, and Tonks’ eyes widened with the sudden realization. Of course, she would have hit her forehead if she didn’t have a nasty knot forming there. That was the only place that they could be sure to be safe from any Death Eaters or Ministry of Magic employees. She chuckled to herself as she stood up and Disapparated with a small pop.


Remus Lupin was bleeding, he thought that one of his arms was broken, and there were claw marks down his chest. He pulled his ripped robes closer to his shivering body. He stepped away from the opening of the cave, away from the blood and terror that was coming back to him in violent flashes of color and smell. He shivered again, more from the memory than the cold. The Aurors would be here soon, there would be Obliviators and Magical Law Enforcement Apparating here within the hour. He had to get to somewhere safe. He turned and looked one last time at the body of Peter Pettigrew and for a moment, Remus Lupin felt very alone in the world.

He Apparated down the block from Number 12 and thought first of Sirius as he drug himself towards his best friend’s former home. No more Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs it was only him now; just Remus, a piece of tattered parchment and one very special boy with a lightning bolt scar. That was all that was left of the Marauders, that and this house. It was the one place that would be quiet, where he could lick his wounds in peace. If he had the strength Remus would Floo Tonks first. She could fix his arm for him, better than he could. It was a soft but peaceful sadness that he walked through. At least he still had her, his ever-changing love, amazing that she could be so constant in her caring for him. Lupin hobbled up the steps and opened the door. As soon as he was in the house he was surprised by a flurry of voices, one of which was deliciously familiar.


Ron woke up to the sound of his mother’s voice. His eyes were trying to adjust; there was so much movement, so many voices. The last thing he remembered was Hermione wrapping her arms around him and dragging him into the fire. Hermione, where was she? He had not let go of her since she had woken him and now his hands felt empty. He tried to sit up, but there was a hand on his chest pushing him back down.

“Not yet son, just stay where you are. You need to give those spells a chance to set your bones.” Madame Pomfrey, Ron felt a weak smile tug at his lips. They had made it. They were all going to be okay, Madame Pomfrey could fix anything.

“Hermione?” Ron questioned as he looked up at the school nurse.

“On your other side dear.” The nurse had a kinder look on her face than Ron had ever seen, and she pulled out her wand and moved Ron’s camp bed two feet to the left. He felt it bump into the side of Hermione’s and he reached out and grabbed her hand. “She’ll be alright dear, but she needs her rest.”

“Harry? How’s Harry?” Ron tried his best to glance around the room without raising his head enough to incur Madame Pomfrey’s wrath.

“We are still working on him,” was all she said, and as Ron craned his neck he caught his sister’s red rimmed eyes.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 1st, 2005 03:20 am (UTC)
Yay! a halloween present! As always it was wonderful.

Happy Halloween to you!
Nov. 1st, 2005 03:55 am (UTC)
Yay Yay Yay! Brilliant!

Can't wait for more!
Happy Halloween! ;)
Nov. 1st, 2005 04:03 am (UTC)
Good God, you love torturing us don't you

Brilliant Tory!!
I do believe I will be hanging out for part 3 with bated breath
Two thumbs way up!!!
Nov. 1st, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)
Me enjoy torture??? I have no idea what you are on about! ;) Sorry I have become addicted to the cliffhanger. Maybe there is a 12 step program out there somewhere for me....
Thanks for the kind words!
Nov. 1st, 2005 05:21 am (UTC)
Please sir Lord Voldemort ladytory, can I have some more?
Nov. 1st, 2005 10:03 pm (UTC)
Soon my loyal follower, soon... *drums fingers together ala Mr. Burns*
Nov. 2nd, 2005 03:16 pm (UTC)
have friended you dear, I was remiss not to earlier. Just wanted to let you know!
Nov. 1st, 2005 09:11 pm (UTC)
OH....we will do anything for the Dark Lady for she is Pure Evil!

I must say that Harry's trunk, stored in Ginny's closet was my favorite part.

Nov. 1st, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Awe thanks I rather liked that it was in there as well, must be why I wrote it like that. But honestly I did not even really think about it, it was just there in my head if you know what I mean. (My head is an odd place in gereral so I will understand if you don't LOL)

And I don't know if I am Pure Evil, but thanks for the praise anyway!
Nov. 1st, 2005 10:13 pm (UTC)
ok....maybee just your flair for chapter breaks then.... ;)
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