Blossoming Love • Harmione ✓

Chapter 18

"Hermione you're brilliant!" He yelled.

"Next, Bomb 3" Harry said, "In the room of stars?" He asked himself, "Think Harry, stars, room if stars, Astronomy Tower!" He scribbled the answer down in the paper.

"Bomb number 4, strength? There can be different kinds of strength, emotional strength, no, that's dumb, physical strength in a room? Physical Education! Gym!" He wrote this down with a 'maybe' next to it.

"Bomb number 5, knowledge, that's easy, the library," he wrote this down.

"Injuries?" He asked, "A room that someone gets hurt in? The Dungeons, but no they can possibly be two, injuries needs bandages, bandages comes from hospitals, hospital wing!" He wrote this down as well.

"Last one is easy, it's obviously the Great Hall."

He got back his pistol in his hands and ran for the place he never knew he would be running for; the dungeons.

When he finally ascended the long steps, he was met by a long concrete pathway that was very dark and lonely, he put in a flashlight that he left and soon he found a torch so he lit that up, in case bats wanted to come Snoop in him.

He walked through the walls and noticed how terrible and creepy each cell looked, there even were some skeleton bones in some of them to which he cringed to.

Eventually, he came to a large black door that had a haunted aroma in the air, it sent shivers down Harry's neck. As his hand went for the door nob he felt his hand heaten, the cell was definitely the cell that breathed fire.

When Harry opened the door, he held his gun out, thinking maybe it may have guards around the bomb, but luckily he wasted the thought. He expected the room to be filled with some sort of animal like a dragon that breathed fire, but it was just his imagination, instead there was a thin pathway that led to a bomb in the middle of the room, beneath the pathway had hot boiling lava threatening to burn the flesh if the young man, that's what the person meant by the cell that breathed fire.

Harry filled and chose his steps carefully, he put one foot forward to make sure that pathway was stable, and it was, so he cautiously made his way to the bomb and with the heat making him sweat, he diffused the bomb withing 5 minutes.

Harry sighed in relief, but looked at the timer with a face filled with fright, 43 minutes left alone to diffuse 5 more bombs!

With his hand shaking, he pulled out his scrambled paper and read it, the next bomb was sin the Astronomy Tower, it would take long to reach up there, he needed help, he needed to find someone.

Harry ran up to the main floor in long strides and looked for anyone from Dumbledore's Army who could help him, he poked his head out from the corner of the wall and scanned the corridor, he saw Neville being pinned to a wall by none other than Lucius Malfoy, the blonde had a strong grip on the Longbottom heir's neck in an attempt to strangle him.

Harry held up his pistol to the man's chest, he didn't want to do this, but, Neville was going to die if he didn't, Harry pulled the trigger and after a loud bang, accompanied by a scream if horror, Lucius Malfoy fell to the ground, dead.

"Harry!" Neville said,massaging his neck and gasping for air, "Thanks!"

"No problem, Neville, now, I need your help!"

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Harry was on his way to the hospital wing if the school while Neville was on his way to the Astronomy Tower to diffuse the bomb that resided there. He dodged some stray bullets and fired some of his own to help his team, and on his way there he couldn't help but notice that he didn't see Hermione, when he was in the Dungeons he didn't see her in any cell and he also saw that two of them were broken into to, or rather someone broke out.

He was arriving the door if the infirmary when he dropped to his knees after a billed gushed out of his leg, he bellowed in pain his vision blurred. He managed to stay focused and conscious, when he regained his eyesight he saw a man with dark grey overgrown hair that pointed out in different directions, his grin evil with his decayed teeth and his torn, ruddy attire adding to his dark demeanor.

The man stood a dozen a feet away from Harry with his pistol pointed to Harry's face, Harry didn't have time to react because he was seconds away from his death, he also dropped his pistol when he fell so that was another problem, "Mr. Harry Potter," the man said, coldly, "You may not know me, but I was a close friend to father and godfather, I helped him kill then and now I'm going to kill you, the only disappointed in it is that I won't get to do it...twice!" He laughed, maniacly.

Harry was beginning to think that Riddle fed his followers medicines that made them mental.

The man turned back to Harry and his smirk grew, "Say 'bye bye' baby Potter!" He pulled the trigger and Harry closed his eyes.

Harry heard a grunt and then a nother gunshot and when he felt no pain he thought he was holy until he opens his eyes and saw the Sirius laying on the ground.

"Sirius!" He yelled, dragging his body with his hands to his godfather's body.

"Pity," The man said, shaking his head.

Harry's eyes went red with anger and he picked up Sirius's gun and shot three times into the man's chest, who fell on the ground, lifeless.

After Harry mercilessly threw a brick in the man, he turned back to Sirius, "Sirius! Sirius! Sirius please!" He pleaded, as tears rolled down his eyes.

Sirius nearly had little life left in him and he turned to Harry, "Go!" He said in a hoarse voice, "I love you, now go! But Harry look at me!" Sirius said, Harry looked at his godfather, "You really do have your mother's eyes," And with that being said, Sirius's expression went pale and his hand, which was in Harry's face, dropped to the floor.

"No, Sirius!" Harry said, hugging the man, "Please don't go!" Harry yelled, he stayed there for a minute or two until he composed himself and closed his godfather's eyes, he pulled him into the corner of the corridor and Harry took out the key he had in his pocket, the same hey to the car Sirius took from him and placed it in Sirius's hands, "L-let this t-take you onto y-your ne-next j-journey," he sobbed.

He sighed and he got up with the pain if his injured, bloody leg weighing him down, yet, with determination to make Sirius proud and save Hermione, he limped over and into the Hospital Wing.

The hospital wing had Madame Pomfrey running around, tending to injured students, with the help of the assistant medics. He limped over, where was the bomb, his presence alerted Madame Pomfrey who told him to lay down, that his injuries were severe but he refused by shaking his head, because no words were coming out if his mouth.

Harry laid down on the ground, while others looked on weirdly and he spotted it under a hospital bed at the end of the room, "Mr. Potter! I order you to lay down let me look after you! You're losing a lot of blood!"

Harry shook his head and limped over to the hospital bed, all eyes were in him now, he kneeled down and when he pulled out the bomb, some people gasped, while others screamed, "A bomb!?" Madame Pomfrey yelled in horror, covering her mouth with her hands.

Harry simply nodded and got out his tweezers and started to diffuse, while doing that, he wondered if Neville had done it before him, because it had to be in order, Neville had to finish before him.

He pulled the last wire and it disarmed instantly, meaning Neville already diffused his, he wiped some.sweat and tears from his head and the occupants sighed in relief.

But when things seemed to be going in track, the schools PA system turned in and the hoarse voice of Tom Riddle began speaking, "My loyal followers I order to retreat the grounds with pride and dignity you have all served me well. Mr. Potter, you have let your friends die for you, you know it's you I want, so why don't you come here, alone, or your little girlfriend here will meet a faith similar to yours, join me in the Great Hall and don't try any games, come alone!"