It Could Have Been Love, But It's Over Now
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me. I'm just borrowing J.K. Rowling's characters for a bit. I'll give them back in mostly the same shape. Ignore that one crease.
Summary: Not actually a song fic. I just like that title. Harry's POW of Angelic and its aftermath.
Warnings: Suicide, spousal abuse, rape, and slight AU as of book 6.
Holding his Angelic, Harry thought he may have loved her, but any chance they had to have a proper father-daughter relationship was over now, if it was ever even possible.
Myriad of shouts, screams and curses rang throughout the air before dwindling to a stop as Harry finished uttering the Killing Curse. The green light engulfed the Dark Lord and temporarily blinded everyone's vision on the battlefield, outside of Hogsmead. It was later agreed that even the people still in Hogwarts castle could see the light, it had been so bright.
Voldemort had barely turned to dust and the aurors and Order members to start cheering before Harry's vision went dark. Though even as he slipped into the void he heard the renewing of curses being applied and the screaming started again.
He was unaware he'd awake, unsure of how much time had passed, to a new world. Snape's world.
Harry winced as he opened his eyes to the harsh morning light, Damn, what happened? Harry quickly took assessment of his surroundings. He was in the hospital wing, again.
Bright side of things besides the light coming through the damned windows, Voldemort was at last dead. Harry just couldn't help but feel he should have found a way to end it sooner, before so many people had died; Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Neville, Luna, Ginny, Percy. . Wait, who cares about Percy? Git.
To stop the morbid thoughts from continuing he decided he should probably get up and see if anyone else was dead. With a groan he sat up. There was a surprised shout and the clattering of feet scrabbling from the room.
A second person's shadow fell over him, "Now mister Potter. Don't move so much. You wouldn't want to tire yourself out already after having slept so long." Said Madam Pomphrey with a motherly smile.
Harry gave her a weak smile in return, "How long have I been out?"
"About a week. A simple case of magical exhaustion, you'll be fine now that you've regained consciousness . . . Only you Mister Potter could turn something as common as over exertion into a near fatal experience."
Harry's smile became brittle, "Another brush with death, huh? Doesn't seem like it'd be my style if everything went smoothly and I didn't pay you a visit at least once a year."
"Chin up, Harry. You'll need to be brave to be able to face what still lies ahead."
He frowned in confusion at her words and the use of his first name, before turning to face the Hospital Wing door as he heard a mass of voices moving toward them from the corridor. He barely registered a man all in black, seemingly standing watch, in the corner of the room before presumably the man who had earlier fled the room and Snape strode through the door. Snape's his face was set determinedly.
Snape whirled around when he entered and gestured for whoever followed to stay in the corridor before slamming and locking the door. He turned back to Madam Pomphrey and gestured her into her office, where he followed. Harry assumed he put up a silencing charm, for no door blocked sound so completely.
Confused he turned his attention back to the other two men in the room. They were dressed uniformly, not the same, but in dark colors, pressed unitary clothes. The way the stood, said clearly they were standing guard but for who? They weren't Order members and they weren't dressed as aurors.
Harry was just beginning to feel uneasy when Snape came back into the room alone. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked into his obsidian eyes and he knew Snape has something to do with the guards and the cryptic statement Pomphrey had made.
"Professor, . . Is it over? Is Voldemort really dead?"
"Yes Potter it's over, just probably not the way you think. You see after you destroyed Voldemort his forces were quickly subdued before new fighting broke out. It seems a different faction has taken advantage of the casualties of the war to throw over the Ministry. This faction does not have some great goal like, to purify the blood, or wipe out muggles. It exists simply to make sure no more wars break out between wizards. The death toll from the fight, you see had dwindled our numbers down to less than half of what it once was. To stop from being wiped out of existence, a dictatorship was instated."
"How could this have happened and why are YOU telling me this? Where's Dumbledore?"
"Dumbledore was executed when Hogwarts was taken. He wouldn't have cooperated with our new way of life."
"Our? . ." Harry gaped at him in dawning horror.
"Yes Mister Potter. I'm a part of the up rising."
