Hope Potter and the Deathly Hallows
AN: Hello everyone, this is my very first fanfiction. I had this idea in my head for several years though. As you probably noticed from the title this story will go over the entire DH book. I plan on making some over the other books as well, and even after DH. It's all in my head, now it just needs to get out.
In Memorian
She kept her mouth. She knew Harry was getting upset and didn't want to start a fight again. She went back to reading today's daily prophet.
Harry still had to remove all his junk from his trunk, but she was already packed. She just noticed Dumbledore's name in an article and a picture that looked like Rita Skeeter when she heard Harry cursing. He was bleeding. She went to open the door for him and lead him to the bathroom. However, before she could enter the hallway her feet got attacked by broken china and a cold fluid. She looked down on what appeared to have been a cup of cold thee. "What the…" she muttered, but she just chucked them in their waste bin.
"Dudley?" Harry asked.
"Probably" she said, "come on, we need to get your finger under some water"
When they got back to their room Hope started helping her brother. She noticed one of the 'Potter Stinks' badges, and she couldn't help but feel sad. She was never going back to Hogwarts. But then she saw Harry picking up the golden medal from R.A.B. and she knew, she had to do this.
Apparently Harry had cut himself to the splinters of the mirror he once got from Sirius. And again, she knew she had to do this. It had to stop, all of it!
"I'm going to take it with me", Harry said.
She couldn't answer, she could feel the tears swelling in her throat, she just nodded.
After what seemed like hours, Harry's trunk was finally cleared. The things he wasn't going to take with him, were all on the pile of Hope's things that were going to stay there and they left all of his books as well, since Hope would bring all of hers.
"What do you reckon aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon will do with it?"
"Burn it, probably", Harry answered.
They gave the pile of papers a look, and knew they were both thinking the same. They looked for the piece written by Elphias Doge and when they found it, Hope threw all the other papers on the untidy pile of things that were going to stay here.
Harry had already started reading, but since she was a faster reader, she caught up with him even before Harry had finished reading the first paragraph. When she was done with the page she started to sigh and click her tongue to let her brother know he needed to hurry. Harry usually responded to that by reading even slower. After a couple of minutes he finally turned over the page and she started to read the rest of the article.
While Harry was still reading, she thought about what she had just read. She had always felt she knew Dumbledore, even feeling a bit special because of the bond they had, but now she realized she really didn't know him at all. Neither did Harry. Dumbledore had had a youth, he had a family and hadn't been spared by drama either. There were so many things she never even bothered to think or wonder about. And now she did, but she couldn't ask him anymore.
Harry had finished too, and she noticed he was dwelling in his own thoughts as well. Then she remembered the article in today's daily prophet and started reading that. She felt her face burn hotter and hotter with every sentence she read. Harry noticed and tried to take away the paper, but she just said "later". Normally Harry wouldn't have cared, but her green eyes were filled with fire, so he backed off. When she had finished she gave it to her brother and started to walk up and down their shared room. She was so angry. She tried to block out everything she just read, but she couldn't. Instead she just watched her brother finishing the story. He was, if possibly, even more angry. He threw the paper on the pile and yelled "Lies" at her, almost accusingly. "I know" she answered back and she went over to sit next to him. Her head on his shoulder.
He opened his backpack again and took what was left of Sirius' mirror. They both looked at it, and then; a flash of intense blue. And then it was gone. They looked at each other, hopeful and then turned to the wall. But there was no blue that could have been reflected.
"It couldn't be, could it?"
"No, he was killed, remember?"
"But maybe, …"
"Don't start again Hope, you saw it yourself, we even saw his body. He's death."
"I know he's dead Harry, that's not what I meant."
"I know what you meant, but I'd rather have you shut up about it!"
"But, what about this"
"Imagination, I guess."
"Both, at the same time?"
Harry didn't answer for a while but then
"It wouldn't be the first time"
She knew he was referring to the vision they both had of Sirius, but this was something completely different. She wanted to answer back at her brother, but he was looking so hopeless, she said nothing.
AN: This was my first chapter (chapter two in the book), hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me about it in the comments! Thanks!