The Crow, Vengeance
Summery: Harry Potter is brutally murdered; only problem, it looks like he killed himself. Will Harry find the strength within to justify his death before he's gone… forever…?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter OR the Crow; I just mixed them together! Don't get me mixed up with the real authors!
Pairings: Hermione sounds like she should be in on this one
Chapter 1: Dieing, Death, Deadly
The bright sun seemed to mock Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry as they wander the dirt path through the forbidden forest in a single file line. Whispers were heard all around and the teachers, who walked beside there students, didn't bother with shushes. They didn't have the heart to do it, anyways, and not much effort was put forth to keep the children at pace with the Headmaster, who was in the lead.
The children stayed in place at there own accord.
Most children had solemn looks upon there pale faces. Others looked about ready to cry, and some actually were. Only a few in the crowd looked content, but nonetheless…only a few.
Not one child smiled.
The Headmaster, still leading the children on the path, had a look of deepest regret and longing. A single tear slid down his face as the path came to a clearing in the woods…where a white wooden coffin had been placed.
The school was gathered around the coffin and the Funeral began. The chubby man that had been there the whole time began to say his speech, fiddling with his bowler hat.
Cornelius Fudge was scared to death!
He cleared his throat, "We've been called here to day to honor the death of a brave man. A man that, in our own times of trouble, we had come to for advice. A man that fought for everything he believed in.
A man that cared for others and showed the love he never got, to all. A man that, unknown to him, was loved…very much! A man that we will all miss so very deeply…a man, not a boy, who would have saved the world! We honor you, we cherish you, we believed in you…and yet…you did not believe in your self!
We've been called here today to mourn the death of a fellow warrior! One who fought bravely and won, but in the end…the powers that he was destined to wiled were his undoing!
I stand here today, in front of your entire school, to ask that you pray for this man, who took his own life in the most horrendous way! Honor that man, his name is glory, and he will live in our heart's forever as the greatest wizard of time! You will be remembered…Harry Potter…"
The school began to clap as the Minister of magic left his mini stage with tears in his eyes. Dumbledore walked over and clasped hands with him, while leaning down to whisper into his ear. Then he left the minister looking back at him in wonder.
Dumbledore motioned for the school to leave, ushering them out of the clearing and back to the school. When they were gone, Dumbledore turned around to make sure the clearing was empty of people, and then walked up to the coffin and looked down at Harry's pale face that still shown with power…his power…
Dumbledore sighed at him and gently pushed Harry's soft hair from his forehead, revealing the lightning bolt scare. It stood out, a pinkish tan, on Harry's pale dead skin.
"I'm so sorry it had to be this way Harry…I had planned for it to be different but…" Dumbledore bowed his head. It looked as if he was about to cry, his shoulders shook, but when he lifted his head again; his face was twisted into a gruesome smirk that spoke more words than words themselves.
"You're just too nosey; you heard too much! My only regret is that your power is no longer accessible!" Dumbledore laughed and walked away with out looking back.
The single soul that had stayed behind while the rest of the school left; climbed down from the tree she had hid in and walked over to the coffin. She had heard Dumbledores words and was not at all surprised.
She had suspected Dumbledore of treachery for so long, and she deeply regretted not telling Harry about it. She sighed and looked up to the heavens.
"This is wrong…"
Hermione Granger then walked away from Harry, tears sliding down her cheeks…
Night seem to come to Hogwarts as if it were a veil, covering all the sins made there. The same clearing that held the body of the now dead Harry Potter was quiet, an eerie sound that did not fit the forest around it.
A shift in the air made things change and suddenly there was noise everywhere. The animals, the trees, the bugs, and even the winds themselves seemed to come alive with noise. The wolves howled, the birds chirped, the bugs squeaked, the trees swayed, the winds blew, and Harry Potter rose up from his coffin, still pale as death, and opened his highly enhanced green eyes.
Was it magic?
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Harry looked up at the black crow circling over head, with a lazy look upon his face. And then came the memories:
"Harry! Stop it!" Hermione screeched. Harry laughed and ran with her book while she chased him. Ron was laughing at them both.
"Harry, come one, give the girl back her book, you obviously don't need it!" Harry glared at his best friend, but forgot to keep moving. Hermione tackled him from behind and ripped the book out of his hands.
"Thank you, Ronald." Ron gagged on the juice he'd been drinking making Harry slap him hard on the back.
"Thanks mate!" He said, as Harry laughed and Hermione smiled…
Harry quickly walked down the hall, turning a corner so fast he almost ran over Ginny.
"Harry! Oh, I didn't see you…" She trailed off as she saw the look on his face. "Harry, what's the matter? What happened?"
Harry looked at her with a pleading face, and then his face was suddenly different. Long gone was the look of fear only leaving an unconvincing smile.
"Nothing, Gin, you should walk with me to the great hall for lunch." Ginny stared, but did not comment further.
"Sorry, I've already had lunch." Harry's face fell and she touched his arm in a comforting gesture.
"If you need anything I'm here Harry," She looked at him with a kind smile. Harry wanted to cry!
"Ok, well I'll be seeing you soon Gin. Bye!" Harry ran down the hall and out of sight, leaving a heavy heart with Ginny…
Harry ran, as fast as he could, to the boy's dormitory room and shut the door with a bang.
No…
No…
NO!
He could not believe it; he would not believe it…
"NO!" The laziness was gone, leaving only a broken man with a broken heart. Harry fell to his knees in defeat and looked up at the dark sky.
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The crow swooped down in front of him and tilted its head to the side, studying Harry. Harry looked down at the bird, tears fell as he stood up, and, understanding what needed to be done, he began to walk away from his grave.