If I Should Die Before I Wake
Prologue
Jets of green, red, blue, and purple light shot through the dark night. Desperate thoughts shot through his mind… but no one could save him. He was on the ground, his legs mangled beneath him, broken… and the one person standing over him that he least wanted to be with when he died.
Lord Voldemort.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, lay on the ground, writhing from the cruticatus curse. The curse was lifted, and he lay there panting, begging for the end in his mind, though unwilling to give his enemy the satisfaction of seeing any weakness. His vision blurred from the pain in his forehead…and in his body.
Let it end…he begged…Please, let it end now…
The Dark Lord was grinning above him. "Look at little baby Potter… your parents should see you now, you halfblood scum. Such a pitiful state, not even defending himself anymore…"
Harry looked up in hate at his sworn enemy. His vision blurred again, and he saw flashes of light in the distance, spells being exchanged by his friends and the Death Eaters. This was the ultimate battle. Dumbledore and the rest of the order were fighting their way through, desperately trying to get to Harry, but to no avail. The Death Eaters were fighting viciously. No one could save him now. The flashes of light continued… fireworks… Harry's eyes drooped in weariness of the long battle. And he smiled, for he could still enjoy his memories before he died. Fireworks.
Flashback (the flashbacks are in italics)
Harry held up the Quidditch Cup in one hand, Ron in the other. It was the end of their 6th year. They had defeated Slytherin to win! The Gryffindors held a party in the common room, but as the party died down, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny sneaked outside and began shooting off little bursts of light from their wands. The fireworks exploded in the air with a light pop.
Fireworks. They are my friend's and enemies fireworks alike, Harry's alive mind told him. They are fighting the Death Ea-
Cold. Darkness. The fireworks continued, his friends laughing whole-heartedly at their spectacular win. Harry's mind froze in its tracks. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. Then, nothing for a split second. Then the pain. His forehead was surely about to explode. In the shock, his wand fell from his grasp.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked uneasily.
Harry slowly turned his head around.
A hooded figure, clothed in black, was approaching.
Ron and Hermione moaned in horror. Ginny seemed too terrified to speak. Lord Voldemort had come to Hogwarts. His ugly face grew closer and closer…
Lord Voldemort, he is here! Realization dawned on Harry, he must fight! But he couldn't move…
Screams from the school. Cruticatis spells from Voldemort to Harry and his friends… Harry managed to grasp his wand, and hexed Voldemort. "Expelliarmus!" The wand only fell from The Dark Lord's hand, he was so powerful. But as he stooped to pick it up, a huge streak of blue light hit him and caused him to fall over in shock, but not before he had cast a strange spell at Harry, causing him to lose consciousness.
Black swam before Harry's eyes. He could hear cries and shouts in the distance, and Lord Voldemort seemed to be waiting, cruelly teasing him before he died. He yelled "Crucio" at Harry over and over again… Harry could take no more, and blackness took over again…
But as he regained consciousness, Albus Dumbledore was leaning over him, his blue eyes filling Harry with courage and strength. He had once again saved Harry and his friends…
The face of Dumbledore motivated Harry, and as he forced his eyes open, he saw Voldemort raise his wand to deliver the killing curse. Harry forced all his effort on one word.
"Protego," he faintly whispered, grasping his wand as tightly as he could and pointed it up at Voldemort. The Dark Lord screamed, for he didn't know Harry was awake, and had been caught unawares as his own curse rebounded back at him. He went limp with shock and collapsed, dead. His wand was thrown from his hand and landed on Harry's wand. Harry screamed.
The wand had emitted a bright yellow glow that burst and spread over the entire area slowly. The Death Eaters rushed to their master to find him dead. They were nothing without the Dark Lord, and fell over and died with him.
All of Harry's senses were filled with the electrifying yellow, which soon faded into a deep, deep, black. The last thing he heard was shouts from voices he hardly recognized as he lost consciousness…
"Harry! Harry!"
This is my first fanfic. How do you like it? Please review! All input is greatly appreciated!!! Thank you!
Kelsey