Author's Note:
Although this is in a very different vein than my other work, I had to indulge my tragic streak a bit. This story is greatly inspired by Darkmoore's "Death of Harry Potter," which is absolutely worth a read.
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1796536
I have no plans to make regular updates to this work, but I will add to it as inspiration strikes.
Enjoy,
Neoepiphany
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I. Loss
"Hermione? Where's Harry? Where's Harry, Hermione?" Remus Lupin ran into the cavern-like room. He wanted to grab her and shake her, but the gash on his arm was bleeding too much. He couldn't let it go, or he'd lose too much blood. Hermione stared, unseeing across the room. Her mouth opened and closed as though she was trying to form words, but no sound exited. She must have been cursed—no matter what she'd seen, Hermione would surely never be so shell-shocked?
No matter what she had seen. Lupin felt an empty, metallic place well up in his heart. He knew what he would see if he followed her gaze. Perhaps a secret part of him had always known he would see it one day. His eyes traced the black marble flooring. It was chipped and broken in places, still smoking with the pockmarks of errant curses.
He saw the glasses first. Two little circles of glass, cast thoughtlessly across the floor. They caught the light, sending two little pinpoints of brightness onto the black floor. But for some reason, the light shone red.
No, it didn't shine red, he realized. It shone onto a pool of spreading blood, near invisible on the black floor in the darkness. He didn't want to see the source of that blood, but he had to look. He had to know whether this would be a night of joy, or one of profound sorrow.
His eyes searched the gloom. As they adjusted, he saw—it. No longer a him. Now an it. "Oh, no," Remus whispered.
He saw a mass of black hair, sticky with drying blood. He saw a pale white face staring upwards. He saw two emerald green eyes staring up at the ceiling. No, not staring. Those eyes could no longer stare. His scar looked like it had been split open. A trickle of blood ran out of it, gathering in the pool around Harry. The white skinned, red eyed form standing above the body smiled cruelly.
Lupin sank to his knees. He saw the wand rise. He saw the lips form words. But in the split seconds before the green light rushed at him, only one thought filled Lupin's mind.
"We've lost."
Although this is in a very different vein than my other work, I had to indulge my tragic streak a bit. This story is greatly inspired by Darkmoore's "Death of Harry Potter," which is absolutely worth a read.
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=1796536
I have no plans to make regular updates to this work, but I will add to it as inspiration strikes.
Enjoy,
Neoepiphany
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I. Loss
"Hermione? Where's Harry? Where's Harry, Hermione?" Remus Lupin ran into the cavern-like room. He wanted to grab her and shake her, but the gash on his arm was bleeding too much. He couldn't let it go, or he'd lose too much blood. Hermione stared, unseeing across the room. Her mouth opened and closed as though she was trying to form words, but no sound exited. She must have been cursed—no matter what she'd seen, Hermione would surely never be so shell-shocked?
No matter what she had seen. Lupin felt an empty, metallic place well up in his heart. He knew what he would see if he followed her gaze. Perhaps a secret part of him had always known he would see it one day. His eyes traced the black marble flooring. It was chipped and broken in places, still smoking with the pockmarks of errant curses.
He saw the glasses first. Two little circles of glass, cast thoughtlessly across the floor. They caught the light, sending two little pinpoints of brightness onto the black floor. But for some reason, the light shone red.
No, it didn't shine red, he realized. It shone onto a pool of spreading blood, near invisible on the black floor in the darkness. He didn't want to see the source of that blood, but he had to look. He had to know whether this would be a night of joy, or one of profound sorrow.
His eyes searched the gloom. As they adjusted, he saw—it. No longer a him. Now an it. "Oh, no," Remus whispered.
He saw a mass of black hair, sticky with drying blood. He saw a pale white face staring upwards. He saw two emerald green eyes staring up at the ceiling. No, not staring. Those eyes could no longer stare. His scar looked like it had been split open. A trickle of blood ran out of it, gathering in the pool around Harry. The white skinned, red eyed form standing above the body smiled cruelly.
Lupin sank to his knees. He saw the wand rise. He saw the lips form words. But in the split seconds before the green light rushed at him, only one thought filled Lupin's mind.
"We've lost."