A/N: Ok, here it is... the last chapter. Wow. Okay I'm really nervous and yet excited at the same time. Tell me (honestly) what you think.
I decided to post the second part separately, under a new title, Harry Potter and the Order Rising. I just wanted to let everyone know so that no one missed it! I hope you all enjoyed Prophecy Fulfilled and that you will like Order Rising!
Chapter Seventeen: The Prophecy Fulfilled
"Hermione, move!" Draco shouted, shooting his patronus over her head as she dove to the ground. The magnificent silver dragon hit two dementors and knocked them backwards, and then began to fly circles around them, moving them away from the clearing. Two more came at him from another side and he was forced to direct his patronus away from the previous foes to tackle the new ones.
Hermione's patronus beat away two dementors before she was forced to direct it at one coming up behind Ginny.
"Ginny, look out!" She cried, and Ginny dove out of the way, directing her own patronus that way.
Hermione's otter was streaking around the clearing, forming a circle around them, but it was a weak one and the dementors were still coming through.
Draco continued fighting the same four dementors until Katrina came over to help him, her unicorn goring several of them with its silvery horn. But even as they repelled the dementors, more seemed to keep appearing, and their patronuses weren't strong enough to hold even the original few at bay.
A shriek sounded throughout the clearing, and Draco whipped around to see Ginny several yards away on her knees, her hands over her ears. Her wand has fallen to the ground at her feet and as he watched, she fell over onto her side,
"Ginny!" Hermione screamed as she dropped to her knees, her otter dissipating. Katrina rushed to help her back to her feet. Draco looked at them and back at Ginny, then turned and ran flat out through the trees.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" He bellowed, and along with his dragon he charged through the circle of dementors that was closing in on Ginny. He grabbed her by the arm and pulling her to her feet. The dragon flew around, and Draco could almost imagine it roaring as it took out dementor after dementor.
Without thinking, he wrapped his arm around Ginny's waist and hugged her. Pulling her into a standing position, he supported her with one arm and directed his dragon with the other.
"Think of something happy!" He hissed to her, and she pointed her wand and mumbled. Her body was somewhat limp. "Come on, I know you can do this!" He shook her. His concentration broke for a moment and his dragon dissolved. Frustrated, he raised his wand as Ginny raised her head.
"Expecto PatronumI" Ginny and Draco cried simultaneously, and a magnificent eagle came bursting out of Ginny's wand, soaring around and around the dementors as the dragon circled around the opposite way.
"We can't beat them all!" Hermione cried. Katrina was holding back several dementors as Hermione struggled to her feet and blew wisps of silver smoke frantically.
"YES WE CAN!" Ginny hollered back, and as she said this, her eagle and Draco's dragon melded together and began to glow so brightly that everyone had to shield their eyes. Then, the double patronus exploded.
Ron and Neville appeared in the alleyway next to Grimmauld Place. Ducking out into the courtyard, Ron looked up, but only Number Eleven and Number Thirteen were there.
"Where's Number Twelve?" He hissed. Neville came up beside him.
"Where's what?" Ron looked around frantically, struggling to support Harry's dead weight.
"Number Twelve, that's our Headquarters." He froze. "Harry was the Secret Keeper. Oh, no." He turned to Neville, who looked bewildered.
"We need to apparate to the Burrow, okay?" Neville nodded and with a crack they both disappeared.
Reappearing outside of his home, Ron set Harry down on the ground.
"Neville, stay here with Harry's body, okay? I have to tell them first, I can't just spring it on my mum like that. She'll have a heart attack." Neville nodded quickly and forced the still bound Luna into a sitting position. She sneered at him through the binding in her mouth. Ron glared at her.
"Just go, Ron. I'll be fine here," Neville replied in a determined tone. Ron nodded and hurried up the path. As soon as he reached the front door, he rapped his knuckles on the door as loudly as possible. He heard footsteps approaching.
"Who is it?" His mother's voice sounded shrill and terrified, not that Ron blamed her.
"It's me, mum, it's Ron," he replied. "And Mr. Tubblekins," he added, hoping to speed up the process. The door flung open and Ron was smothered by his mother's frantic hug.
"Oh, Ronnie, you're still okay! All these attacks and I hadn't heard from you, I didn't know what to think!" Ron extracted himself from her with difficulty.
"Mum, I'm fine. We're fine." He paused. "Well, not all of us." His mother's eyes went wide.
"What's wrong?" She demanded. "Who's hurt?" Ron took a deep breath.
"Mum, I need you to call an emergency meeting of the Order right away. Something terrible has happened." His mother blanched, and then nodded, hurrying to the fireplace. Ron heard her calling Lupin's name, and Lupin's hoarse voice answering. She came hurrying back to the door.
"Well, don't just stand out there in the cold!" She said. "Get inside, quick."
"Wait, mum," he protested. "I need to tell you first." Her eyes narrowed.
"Tell me what?" Ron sighed. There was no point in dragging this out.
"Mum, it's Harry. He- he's dead." His mother floundered for a bit before managing to grab the porch railing to steady herself.
"Dead?" She whispered. Ron nodded sadly, feeling the tears start to well.
"Dead. Neville's waiting down the path with his body and the –the culprit."
"Well get him inside, hurry!" Ron ran back out the path, where he found Neville standing, alert, and Luna out cold on the ground.
"What happened?" He demanded.
"She got, er, violent, so I stunned her," Neville replied, not a trace of guilt in his tone. Ron nodded.
"All right then. We need to get inside. Mum's called an emergency meeting." Neville picked up the unconscious Luna and Ron once against hoisted Harry off of the ground.
Once inside, Ron took Harry to the twins' old bedroom, which was nearest, and laid him there. He returned downstairs to find his mum making tea and Neville tying Luna tightly to a kitchen chair. She was still out.
"They should be here any moment," his mother said quietly. Sure enough, pops began to sound outside. His mother went to man the door, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Ron turned to Neville.
"I just don't understand it. We thought she was our friend." He realized that Neville had been closer to Luna than any of them. Neville lifted tortured eyes to his face.
"I don't think I believe it," he replied quietly. "I know I have to, it's right there in front of my face, but I just can't." Ron patted his shoulder.
"We're all shocked," he said. "She's going to have quite a bit of explaining to do when the other members get here." Neville nodded sagely.
"Yes, she will," he said, more to himself than to Ron. Ron shrugged it off.
At that moment, Lupin entered the kitchen. He took one look at Ron's face and Luna tied to the chair and shook his head.
"No. Please don't tell me…" he trailed off. Ron tried not to betray himself with his expression.
"I'm not going to say anything until everyone's here," he said determinedly. Lupin eyed him suspiciously but did not argue. He pulled up a chair and sat, but immediately jumped up and offered it to Ron's mum when she came back into the room.
"Alastor is letting everyone in now, seeing as his eye can see through the door. That and I need to finish this tea." She bustled around the kettle as people began to file in. Ron caught Cho Chang's eye when she entered. She looked very nervous. In fact, so did everyone else who came in.
When Moody entered the room and announced that everyone was present, Ron cleared his throat.
"I have some- some bad news," he said, struggling to gain his voice. He glanced at Neville, who nodded reassuringly. "Harry – Harry is…" he couldn't finish, but everyone had clearly gotten the gist because several people shouted out. Ron saw Cho go very pale and sit down in an empty chair.
"This better not be some kind of joke," someone barked from the back or the room. Ron glared in the direction of the voice.
"I wouldn't joke about that!" He snapped. "That's not even a little bit funny!" He turned to Luna and said, "Enervate." Her head snapped up and her eyes opened. As she took in the scene, her eyes grew wide.
"What's going on?" She whimpered. She looked up at Neville. "Neville, why am I tied up?" Neville didn't answer. Ron pointed his wand at her.
"She did it. I left her and Harry alone, and when I returned, she was standing over him and he was dead." Luna shook her head frantically.
"No!" She shouted. "I would never, I mean…" she began to cry. Ron turned away in disgust, but Neville whispered, "wait a minute!" in a hushed voice. Ron turned back and saw what Neville had seen: hanging around Luna's neck, glowing even underneath her shirt, was the Slytherin locket. Ron pointed his wands at her ties and released her.
"We need a moment alone," he said quickly, glancing directly at Lupin, who seemed to understand.
"All right, everyone into the living room, now!" He said loudly. They all filed out, grumbling and casting suspicious looks at the three teens. Ron ignored them and once Lupin had shut the door tightly, he turned to Luna.
"What's going on?" He demanded. She shook her head.
"I don't know! I just, I kept hearing these voices, and… well, I sort of remember Harry, and then it was all black until just now." Neville reached out to grab the locket chain and yanked his hand back.
"Ouch! It burned me!" Luna glanced down at her chest and her eys flew wide open again.
"The locket!" She whispered. "I – I kept hearing his voice in my head! He was talking to me at first, but then he kept telling me to do things, terrible things! He told me to kill Harry." Neville and Ron both looked away, and Luna began to tremble.
"No… please tell me I didn't-" when they didn't answer, Luna burst into sobs. Neville bent down, a strained look on his face, and hugged her.
"What do we tell the others?" He asked Ron. "We can't very well tell them about the horcruxes!" Ron nodded.
"I know. We could tell them she was possessed, but are they going to demand details?" Neville shrugged.
"We don't have to tell them everything. Harry didn't, why should we have to?"
"True. I suppose we'll just tell them she was possessed and therefore is not responsible for Harry's death-" He stopped.
"What is it?" Ron demanded.
"The prophecy," he replied. Ron stared at him. "The prophecy said that one of them had to kill the other. If you think about it, technically he killed Harry, just through Luna." Luna began to sob harder into his chest.
"He really did. Wow. I don't think any of us expected that!" He went to the door and poked his head out.
"You can all come back in now." They all piled back in as quickly as possible and Ron launched into a swift, brief explanation of Luna being possessed and therefore not being responsible. A few people exchanged skeptical looks, but no one protested.
"We can't explain everything in detail," Neville added. "Too many lives depend our discretion at this point. We've still got a long way to go and if too much gets out, things could go wrong very quickly." A few people seemed to relax at his words, but Ron's mother tensed.
"What do you mean; you've got a long way to go?" She demanded.
"We're not coming back, mum," Ron said firmly. She stared at him. "We're going to finish what Harry started. It's the least we can do."
"You most certainly are not! You're going to bring everyone straight home and leave the rest of this to us!" Ron folded his arms.
"No. I'm. Not." His mother gasped, and he saw out of the corner of his eye Fred and George giving him the thumbs up, which he ignored. "Harry being dead doesn't change anything, mum. There are still things that need to be done, and we're members of the Order, too. We know the what, the where, and the why, and we're not going to rest until Voldemort is gone." He finished at nearly a shout, his chest heaving and his ears burning. His mum sank into a chair. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath.
"All right," she said weakly. "Go." She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Promise me you'll be careful?" Ron nodded, giving her a hug.
"I promise." He turned to everyone else. "Grimmauld Place is gone. We tried to go there first and we couldn't find it."
"The secret dies with the Secret Keeper," Lupin said softly. Ron nodded.
"That's what we assumed. He never would have thought to transfer it to someone else." He picked up his cloak. "We'll keep you updated."
"You'll contact us if you need help?" Lupin asked. Ron nodded.
"I will." He looked around at the sad, unsure faces. "Don't worry everyone," he said, and they all looked up at him. "We'll get him. There's not way we're letting this one go." He felt liberated and suddenly confident. There was no time for questions or doubt anymore. They had to stop Voldemort, and they would, without Harry.