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Last Hope	By : ShiSaiyan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Last Hope
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
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Harry woke to see two large, green, tennis ball-sized eyes staring down at him. "Ahh!" The little creature sitting on his chest leapt backward in surprise when Harry sat up. "Dobby! I've told you never to do that to me!" The house elf wrung his hands, nervously. "Dobby is sorry, Harry Potter! Dobby is only wishing to give his hellos," Dobby said. Harry sighed and closed his eyes. "Hello, Dobby. I didn't mean to be short with you. You just startled me. That really isn't a good way to wake a person up." "Harry Potter is tired still? Perhaps because of his visitors late last night?" Harry paused and looked at Dobby again. "How do you know about them, Dobby?" "Dobby is a house elf, sir. House elves is knowing things," Dobby said, glancing away. Harry stared at Dobby for a few moments, then concluded that yes, Dobby was a house elf and since the house elves moved silently and nearly invisibly through Hogwarts at all hours of the day and night, it should come as no surprise that they knew many things that others did not. "I has already wished the other Harry Potter good morning and he is telling Dobby to call him Gryffindor, sir. Do you have a new name as well, sir?" Dobby inquired and Harry blinked, then decided not to ask how Dobby knew that Gryffindor was in fact an older version of himself. After all, house elves is knowing things. "No, Dobby. I'm still just Harry." Dobby nodded with a toothy grin. "Very good, sir. Dobby has said his hellos to sir and Gryffindor, so he must be going. Dobby will be missed in the kitchens. First day breakfast is very important." Before Harry could blink, Dobby was gone, leaving him alone with a slightly snoring Ron and a mind full of questions.

With a slight shiver, he slid out of bed and quickly dressed. Pulling on a pair of jeans and then his Hogwarts robes, he tiptoed out of the room in his socks, clutching his shoes in one hand. The Common Room would be empty at this early hour and the quiet there would give Harry time to think.

Not surprisingly, though, he wasn't the only Harry to think that way. Gryffindor looked up from a steaming cup of coffee when Harry came down the steps. "Morning, Harry," he said, with a lopsided grin. Harry wrinkled his nose. "So, I am going to develop a taste for coffee, am I?" Gryffindor chuckled. "Not really. It's an addiction to caffeine forged by necessity. The heat of the brew has kept many a wizard and witch from freezing to death when fighting for the Resistance. Although it isn't bad like this, laced with cream and sugar. Dobby brought it for me." Harry sat beside Gryffindor, in one of the big, overstuffed armchairs. "Tell me, is Dobby- is he, well, dead, where- I mean, when you come from?" Harry asked, nervously. Gryffindor set his coffee down, slowly and sat back, looking at Harry appraisingly. "Are you sure you want to know these things, Harry?" Harry paused, considering, then decided he'd rather know now, so he could try and prevent it later. "Yes. I'm sure. Please, tell me. Who did we- I mean, will we lose, if we fail?" Gryffindor closed his eyes and took a breath. "Dobby disappeared soon after Voldemort struck Hogwarts the first time. Most of the house elves did. We never found any trace of them, but Dumbledore said that when a house elf dies, his body disappears, lost to that mystical place where only elves can disappear to. The Slytherins were turned on by the rest of the school, even though most of them were just as scared and confused as the rest. Those whose parents were Death Eaters, like Malfoy, were eventually given an ultimatum by their families and by Voldemort, to either join him or die. Those that refused and lived had been taken in by Dumbledore and became some of the most loyal fighters for our cause. However, the division between the houses became even more defined, by fear and stupidity. The houses drew together and anyone that did not belong was mistrusted and scorned. Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws refused to even look at each other. Gryffindor and what remained of Slytherin were in a constant feud that began with vicious pranks and became much more dangerous. Had it continued on that track, I'm sure there would have eventually been murder involved." Gryffindor paused in his speaking and took a drink of his coffee, his eyes focused on a past, Harry's future, that only he could see. "What happened to change it?" asked Harry, hesitantly. Gryffindor blinked and looked at him. "Draco. When Lucius Malfoy gave his son the ultimatum to either join Voldemort at his right hand side or die, Draco refused and tried to run. They caught him, though, and decided to make an example out of him. None of us know exactly what was done to him during his time in captivity, but we've heard him crying out in his sleep and we know the cruxatious curse was used more than once." Harry winced. The cruxatious curse had been put on him once, very briefly and the pain had made him want to die. He could only imagine how it would feel being used as torture, punishment. He wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even the Malfoy of this time, his worst enemy other than Voldemort. "Dumbledore told us he was being held and asked me, Ron and Hermione to go after him. He knew we, above any other, would be able to get him out. With the help of Sirius Black, our godfather, and Professor Lupin, we broke into the Malfoy mansion and freed him. He was being held in the basement, where Lucius had kept an honest to Merlin dungeon intact, shackles on the walls and everything. It was horrible. Malfoy was hanging from chains in the ceiling, pretty much naked. His whole body was filthy and streaked with blood and he was barely lucid. They obviously weren't expecting anyone, because he wasn't under guard." Gryffindor trailed off then, lost in his own recollections and Harry cleared his throat a little, to regain his attention. "Oh, sorry. Well then, after we got him out and got him cleaned up, Draco became one of us and we soon forgot he had ever been a Slytherin. After that, the rest of the school began to come around and the lines between the houses blurred. By the time we graduated, the population had been more than cut in half and we had all banded together, the greatest hope the Resistance had left. I'm 20 years old, Harry, and when I left, we were the last surviving fighters." Harry took a deep breath, as he digested the information he'd been given, then steeled himself and asked his next question. "Who did we lose first, Gryffindor?" Gryffindor sat back, holding his coffee, forgotten, in one hand and looked at him for a long time. Then, when he spoke, his voice was very soft. "Fred and George were found first, victims of the Unforgivable Curses. They had been in the process of gathering information on the Death Eaters. You know how those two were, I mean, are. Sneaky as hell and slick enough to get away with just about anything. I don't know how we got through that. Ron stopped speaking for days afterward. Hermione finally got him to talk again. After that, the deaths came faster. Oliver Wood, who had come back to Hogwarts as a Flying Instructor and Quidditch coach, was next. Then came Hagrid. Sirius and Professor Lupin died defending me and Draco one night on a recon mission." Gryffindor went silent then, lost once more in his painful memories. Harry waited for a moment, before very quietly asking, "And then?" Gryffindor's face paled. "Ginny," he breathed. Harry stared at him for a moment, before slowly turning and seeing Ginny Weasley padding sleepily into the room, her dark red hair mussed and her eyes half open. She spotted Harry and Gryffindor and blinked, confused. "Harry?" "Ginny," said Gryffindor, before realizing she had been speaking to the younger version of himself. "Good morning, Ginny," said Harry. "Harry, what's going on? Who's that?" she asked. "I'll explain it all to you over breakfast, Ginny," said Hermione, entering the Common Room in time to hear Ginny's questions. She took the younger girl by the shoulders and steered her toward the door, with a glance back at Harry and Gryffindor. After they were gone, Harry turned back to Gryffindor and opened his mouth to ask another question, but Ron, Dragon, Phoenix and Niki chose that moment to come downstairs. The three time travelers gravitated toward the coffee on the tray near the fireplace and Ron perched on the arm of Harry's chair. "What happened to Ginny?" asked Ron, softly. Harry flicked his eyes toward his friend and noticed the pale face and serious expression. Ron had heard at least part of their conversation, it appeared. Phoenix, Niki and Dragon glanced at them and settled into chairs, silently, watching Gryffindor for a signal as to how he was going to react. When he didn't speak, Niki took up the question. "Harry and Ginny grew closer after Fred and George's deaths. Ron was too lost in his own grief and I suppose I wasn't the friend I should have been to Ginny. I was too preoccupied with helping Ron. She turned to Harry. We all know, even you, now, in this time, how Ginny has always felt about Harry and now, when she needed him, she naturally turned to him for help. Harry was there for her and the two of them became a couple. It seemed the natural coarse of events and none of us really batted an eye at it. Until she died." Ron's eyes widened and he looked at the empty doorway where his baby sister had just passed through. Niki continued, her voice a little softer and Phoenix and Gryffindor both closed their eyes, each in their own remembered grief. "Voldemort found out about Harry and Ginny's relationship. He got his hands on Ginny and tortured her, trying to get Harry to sacrifice himself. We couldn't let him. If we lost Harry, the rest of the Resistance fighters would have given up. Of all of us, Harry is the most powerful. Without him, we would be nothing. It took Voldemort three days to kill Ginny and when he finished, there wasn't enough of her left to bury."

The silence was deafening. Gryffindor was staring after Ginny and Hermione and Phoenix put a hand on his arm, comfortingly. "We need to get down to the Great Hall. Breakfast will be served soon," said Harry, breaking the silence. Ron nodded and stood up, grabbing his knapsack and leading the way toward the door. Setting down their coffee cups, the elders followed their younger selves out of the Gryffindor Common Room as the rest of the house began to wake.
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