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Summary: The powers aren’t done with Doyle. He’s getting a new Champion. And a second chance at life (20 with Doyle)

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Harry Potter > Doyle-CenteredJmariaFR1576,9420176,1619 Apr 0424 Mar 06No

Coming For You

Title: Coming For You


Author: Jmaria


Rating: PG-13


Discalimer: Not mine. JK and Joss own all


Spoilers: Set in book six, and only through Ats ‘Hero’


Summary: The powers aren’t done with Doyle. He’s getting a new Champion. And a second chance at life.


A/N: 20 minutes with Doyle. Left it open ended though, so if anyone likes the idea, I might continue it.



 


 


 


 


Coming For You



 


He sighed heavily, floating up here in the clouds wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. It was damn boring. He knew he’d earned his right to be up here. He’d given up everything to save innocents everywhere. He’d loved the ending though. Marring the skin being torn from his flesh and his bones liquefying and the pain that went with it. He’d grown a pair, and did the drama thing.


He’d finally kissed Cordy.


Question was, why was he here, now?



* * * *


It was like a flash of bright blue light. Meeting him, that is. She never knew things like that really happened. Now she knew differently. She slipped off her broom and raced towards the fallen, naked man on the grass. Whatever he was, he was hurt. And she knew she should try to help him.



“Are you all right?”


“Bite my arse! I’m in England!”


“No thank you, and yes you are. Well, Scotland really.” She scrunched her nose disdainfully. She may be a Quidditch player, but still it was very rude to swear.


“PTB. Always foisting over sarcastic females.”


“Did you break anything?”


“Wha’? Nah. Landed on my . . . how the hell did I end up here?” He rose slowly to his feet. Apparently, he didn’t know he was stark naked. She darted her eyes down and blushed. She’d never seen Cedric naked. She’d never seen any male naked. Half naked, yes. She played Quidditch, she’d seen them going in or out of the changing rooms.


“You’re naked.” She said loudly. Thank Merlin, no one else was about.


“Aw, damn!” He made a quick dive to cover his privates. She pulled of her black school robe and tossed it to him.


“Here. You can use my robe until we get you to the school.”


“School?”


“Yes.”



The dark haired school girl led him. It was a huge castle, this school of hers. He’d never seen anything so damn big before.



“We’ll take you to Madame Pomfrey. She can check you over for any injuries. Then, while your doing that, I’ll fetch Professor Dumbledore. He always knows what to do.”


“Great.” Suddenly, he felt a great cracking ache in his skull as he had another vision.



Images of a young boy being pinned down and being whaled on flooded his mind. His hand gripped on the lean girl, holding onto her for support. And more flashes raced through his mind. A young man, dead being carried by a younger teen. The girl crying whenever she was with the dark haired boy, because it was too painful to remember him and that was all she could do when she was with the boy who’d brought him back. But he saw more than that. He saw what the Powers wanted him to see.


He saw her.



When he finally regained his senses, he realized he was leaning heavily on the girl. She looked up at him nervously, as if he were going to go at it again. He gave her one of his charming smiles.



“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. Alan Francis Doyle. You can call me Doyle. And you are?”


“Cho Chang.”


“Well, Cho Chang, it seems the powers want you for a Champion. And me as your Seer.”



**end**



A/N: Should I continue?
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