Chapter 20 : Turning the Wheel
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Why would the world not let me sleep in today? It was Sunday, and I finished all my duties yesterday, so for God's sake why couldn't I get some -…
Another loud crack was heard, but this time my whole room shook – shook my right out of bed it did. Pissed me off it did.
Then I realised a whole wall was missing. Not normal…
It took me a lot longer than I like to admit for me to realise I hadn't just wacked down the wall when I shut the alarm clock off.
"Oh, holy mother of-"
Another blast sent bricks flying my way, and I covered my head with my arms.
When everything fell quiet, I got to my feet and hurried down the stairs. Talk about a bad morning. The fact that I was wearing nothing but knickers and an oversized shirt didn't seem to cross my mind at that moment, though.When I got out, most boys were running around in their boxers or pyjama trousers. Not that I complained…
Snapping out of my hormone filled head, I ran to the McGonagall's office. Right now she was the only one I knew of that could offer help and guidance.
I threw he door open, but the office was empty. Grinding my teeth, I hurried over to her desk and rummaged through everything, hoping I would find something that could help me. Thought due to my horrible luck, I came up empty handed.
"SERIOUSLY!" I cried, pulling at my hair. This was not the right time for whoever being up there to mess with me.
I looked up towards the door, and in the doorframe stood a boy no more than 12-13.
I gave him an improvised smile, and stood up straight. "And you are?"
"Oh, Jason Clark. 3rd year."
"All right, Jason. You were looking for McGonagall. What do you need?"
The fact that I was keeping so insanely calm in a situation like this even surprised myself. Maybe I was a good Head Girl?
"My friends. They're scared. I don't know what to do."
I nodded approvingly, and walked around the desk towards Jason. "Which house are you in, Jason?"
"All right," I smiled and as I stopped in front of him I felt incredibly small. He might've just been thirteen, but he was only a few inches shorter than me.
"I'm sure you're scared, but when people look up to you like your friends clearly do, you need to be brave."
Jason nodded, but I saw in his eyes he wasn't just scared. This boy was terrified beyond belief.
I clasped my hands on either side of his face, and I looked him straight I the eye.
"Want to hear a secret?" I asked, and he nodded hesitantly.
"I'm probably even more scared than you. Being the leader is tough, but you need to keep your head clear to think. Whatever crazy idea comes up in your head, if there's just the smallest chance of survival – take it. Even though you're not entirely sure it'll work, don't show it. Because if they see that you're hesitant, they will be even more hesitant."
"I don't want to die," he sobbed, and I felt so guilty. "You're not," I promised him. "You're going to be all right. I know it."
I dried his tears as he nodded, and then we ran to find his friends.
I thought duties were pure bull, but in a situation like the one I'd been thrown into, I realised those duties had actually prepared me for taking on bigger challenges. Guess I should never underestimate the power of duties.
After I helped Jason find his friends, I watched him take the lead for a short while before I left. I wasn't sure where I was going or what I was looking for, until I stumble over something and smashed against the hard stone. I closed my eyes. I knew the dark side of war. People would die. And they would lie where they died because nobody would have time to move them. Turning my head to look at who I had stumble over, my heart stopped for a short moment and I felt coldness wrap around me. I felt empty.
"No!" I shrieked, hurrying over to him. "No, no, no, no, please, no."
I brushed the ginger hair out of his face, slapping his cheek continuously.
"You are not allowed to die. Not you, please, not you," I begged, tears streaming down my horror struck face. This was NOT happening.
I pressed two fingers to his neck, closing my eyes and hoping with all my might I would find a pulse, but there was nothing. This just couldn't be happening. I couldn't lose my best friend.
I took a hold of his shirt, and I clenched my fist. Of all the people who could…
I bit my lip, and with all my strength I hauled Ron so that he was lying alongside the wall. No more people would kick him.
Forcing back my tears, I stood up. I had never before felt so heavy, so empty, and so shattered.
Everything felt so … wrong.
Just as I was about to turn away from the body, a pain shot through my head and I covered my ears to try and block it out.
Then the creepiest, nastiest voice bored itself into my head;
"Bring me Harry Potter, and you' will be rewarded greatly; you've got one hour."
Then everything went eerie quiet on the outside, but in my head everything was a mess, and I completely blacked out.
The next thing I remember, I was pressing what seemed to once have been a white tee against Aden Hale's shoulder. His bleeding wouldn't stop, and panic was rushing through me, along with adrenaline. I was acting on impulse, glad I had seen rows and rows of Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice whenever I was home on holidays.
"It's a lost fight, Kaya," said Aden, but I just shook my head. "I've lost enough people. I am not losing you, too."
"Since when were we that close?" He choked a laugh, and I couldn't help but smile. "You stood up for me once. I'm sort of in dept."
"You mean that time in first year? You remember that?"
"Of course I do. I never forget people who are nice to me," I gave him a friendly smile. "Especially not the ones whose face I see every day."
Aden smiled and lay back down, trying to keep still like I told him to.
I tried several more healing spells, but none of them gave any massive change.
Gritting my teeth, I rummaged my mind to find any more spells. There had to be one.
Trying everything I could come up with, I finally got the bleeding to stop and took a deep breath.
I got hold of a young boy, and had him get Aden to the Hospital Wing.
"Now I owe you," he smiled, but I just shook my head. "We're even as long as you heal and become your old self.
He nodded before the boy escorted him away, and I was left on my own. I was covered in Aden's blood, my shirt now soaked.
As I looked around, a light above me caught my attention. Someone was fighting in the Astronomy Tower.
Bracing myself for another run – this time even with a million flight of stairs, I set off.
I ran past several duels, casting a few spells and hoping it would maybe help some of them.
Then I sprinted up the stairs, and I didn't stop until I reached the top. And then I stopped properly, dead in my tracks.
Only a few feet in front of me stood Harry, clearly ready to fight.
Draco looked rather uncomfortable, though.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
"Stay out of this," hissed Draco, keeping both his eyes and wand on Harry.
"No," I said, walking up to Harry. "No."
"Kaya, you're making matters worse."
"No, you are. I can feel something missing from my memory. I know the only person getting something out of removing parts of my memory is you. You're making matters worse."
"I took what I did to spare you. You wouldn't understand. You won't ever understand."
"That's not true and both know it!" The fact that I was standing right next to Harry didn't bother me. And I doubt he had anything against it as long as he wasn't attacked. "You just never gave me the chance…"
"Because I had a mission. And I need to fulfil it! I might have felt something for you back then, but that was never important. Everything that matters is this. Nothing else."
"So after everything, that's what mattered?" I asked I disbelief. "Destroying him?" I gestured for Harry, staring at Draco in disbelief.
"Destroying him is all I have left," said Draco, his eyes still fixated on Harry.
"You had me!" I cried, wanting him to realise he was being stupid.
Draco shook his head, finally, finally looking at me.
"I lost you the minute I got this mark," he said, and drew up the sleeve on his left arm. He revealed the Dark Mark, and I looked away. I knew he had it – I'd noticed it before.
"You just haven't let yourself admit that," he said and pulled down the sleeve again. "But it's time you do."
In rage I grabbed Harry's hand. "If you intend on hurting him, then you need to get rid of me first," I snapped and pushed a willing Harry down the stairs, and ran.
I soon lost track of him, but I continued to run.
Then the same horrible voice invaded my mind;
" I am commanding my forces to retreat, so that in their absence, you can dispose of your dead with dignity."
I looked around, and saw everyone around me doing as I; covering their ears in a helpless attempt to keep the voice out.
"I am now speaking directly to you, Harry Potter; tonight you have been a coward and let others die in your place, and there is no greater dishonor.
If you do not come and join me in the Forbidden Forest to confront your faith, I will kill ever man, women and child who tries to conceal you from me."
I immediately wished I had kept track of Harry so I could tell him not to go into that forest. I would more than gladly fight for him. Voldemort had already taken Ron from me, and Draco. I was giving that bastard our last hope of a good ending, too.
I didn't realise I was by the Great Hall until I almost ran into Luna and Neville carrying a young girl. She looked too pale and lay too still to be alive. She couldn't be more than 13.
"You all right?" asked Neville, and he looked relieved to see me on my feet.
"Fine," I answered automatically, even though I was nowhere near fine.
"A morgue, sort of, yeah," Neville nodded, and I walked with him and Luna inside.
That's when I saw him.
Brave Jason, who had come and asked me for help now lay emotionless on a barrow. His eyes were closed, and he almost looked like he was sleeping.
Luna and Neville lay the girl they'd been carrying onto the barrow next to Jason, and that's when I realised she was Jason's friend, Annabelle.
"You found him?" I asked, stroking Jason's cheek. I couldn't help but feel guilty for his death. If I hadn't told him to be brave…
"I witnessed it," Neville said, and I looked up at him. "You did?"
He nodded, "brave boy. He stood up to Yaxley all on his own, after he had killed this sweet girl. He fought nobly as well, until Yaxley used dirty tricks and this boy, unfortunately, was thrown off guard.
"You knew him?"
I nodded, and stood up.
"This has to end," I said firmly and both Neville and Luna agreed.
"But there's not much we can do," sighed Neville, and I felt as if a light bub should have gone off above my head.
Without any further due, I ran for McGonagall's office again. I could stop this. All of this. This war didn't even have to happen. Ron would live, Jason would live. Everyone would be fine. By a few simple turns.
This time there was no door to push in, and I threw papers everywhere. I was pretty sure McGonagall wasn't to fixated on how clean her office looked right now. If she even was alive.
As I found what I was looking for, I lay the necklace around my neck, and brought it up to my face.
One last time I looked out of the window, but only to see the damage this war had cost. To think of all the innocent lives that had been taken.
Then I turned the wheel, crossing my fingers I would end up in the right time.
Then, closing my eyes, I let go.
A/N: This might be the end for Nobody Breaks My Heart, btu look out for the sequeal! Yes, the sequeal in which Kaya will end up in a new time, make new friendships and struggle with new romantic events. The question is, will she be able to carry out the mission she arrived for?
As for quotes I have used Voldemort's speech which has been taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, owned by Warner Bros Inc. and J.K.Rowling.
I have also mentioned Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice, which belongs to Shonda Rhimes.
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