Remember In Death
He is now but a shell. He died with his mother and his first memory of a green light.
I only own the fic and the statement that it is his first memory. Everything else technically belongs to Rowling, the author and creator of the HP verse to begin with.
Major Angst.
This could take place at anytime at all.
He doesn't smile. Well, at least the smile doesn't reach his eyes. The globes are emerald green. He is weary and many that may see past the tales and façade would say that he is tired with life of hardships. But in reality, he is tired with death.
Because that is what he considers true. He may be eleven or sixteen according to some record. But as far as he is concerned, he is one and a half years old, and his name is on his parents' tombstone wherever they were buried. He was never told and he was forced to mourn them alone. He died with his parents. He died on Halloween.
His memories are sharper then he wishes. Sometime he finds himself hoping for one of the many muggle diseases where he could constantly forget things and go back to remembering only up to a certain moment or day.
He knows his first memory by heart. It's the only really memory he has of his parents. And yet, it his is only nightmare, but isn't sure he would banish the dream because he would have to banish his parents in the process.
He can clearly remember his dad being there behind his mother, with him in their arms, his father holding both him and his mother from behind her before it started. His mother's green eyes so like his own stared back at him along with his black-haired father's hazel globes.
Then there is a noise and his father goes running. He is silently asleep now and blissfully unaware about what is about to happen. He is jostled in his mother's arms as she runs through the house to his bed and then she is backed up and scared, for him. His dad isn't there anymore and he can see the green light come towards him and his mother from the ugly guy in the doorway.
His eyes are open for less then a second and he feels the world tilt as the red headed woman falls limp to the floor and the green light ricochets off the burning hot sensation coming from his forehead.
The a horrible thing for anyone to remember, he takes sweet solace in that he was once loved as the horrified words burn through his mind.
"Not Harry! Please-please not Harry!"
The screaming is all he hears so he is silent.
End.
Good? Bad? Just a little HP ficlet from Harry's distraught mind. And no, there will not be any continuation whatsoever.