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Rowling
HARRY POTTER AND THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS prologue
At four private drive all seamed well and natural, but that was only on the outside, on the inside terrible things where happening. A large man stood over a cowering boy, raising his fist high above his head he delivered a menacing blow to the boy and sent him flying headfirst into a nearby wall, the boy just sat against the wall nearly covered in his own blood, he didn't try to fight back anymore, he didn't even threaten his family with his godfather. The large man was Vernon Dursley who for the past hour had been beating on his nephew Harry Potter.
Vernon Dursley had began to beat on him after his fourth year at Hogwarts, he had been informed about the death of Cedric Diggory and enjoyed reminding Harry why he died as often as possible, Harry didn't complain about the beatings, he thought he deserved each and every one of them, he hadn't told anybody about them because he knew they would try to "rescue" him and he would be denied his punishment. Vernon delivered a swift kick to the boys ribs and walked away muttering something about "worthless boy" and "burnt toast"
Harry crawled from the living room toward the stairs in hopes of reaching his bedroom without any further "punishment", as he crawled he became aware of a sharp pain in his side and thought his ribs might be broke, then when his cousin Dudley walked by and kicked him Harry knew he had broken ribs. He finally arrived in his room and crawled to what he called a bed, after some careful consideration he decided to just pull a blanket off his bed and sleep on the floor to prevent any extra pain from climbing onto his bed, that night he curled into a ball on the floor of the smallest bedroom on four private drive and fell into a restless nightmare filled sleep.
The next morning far away at the Burrow a young girl woke with a shocked expression and tears running freely down her freckled face, she had woken from one of the worst nightmares she had ever had, in her dream she had seen herself attending a funeral, all the Weasley's where there, so was professor Dumbledore along with the rest of the Hogwarts staff, including Professor Snape who had an odd expression on his face, Remus Lupin was also there accompanied by a large shaggy black dog.
It had to be somebody important because even Snape seemed affected by the loss, she looked around and everybody was crying, letting her curiosity get the better of her she walked toward the coffin that was still suspended above the grave, halfway there she felt somebody give her shoulder a supportive squeeze and she was surprised by how real it felt, she continued forward and as she reached the coffin she took a peak into it and saw the last thing she ever wanted to see, she began to back away and tripped over a large marble headstone that read "Here lies Harry Potter, The boy who lived"
Ginny Weasley tried to forget the horrible nightmare and focus on what she was going to do that day, after a bit of thought she figured she would get a shower, eat breakfast and spend the rest of the day teasing her brother Ron about his crush on Hermione.
The same morning Harry woke up covered in cold sweat and dry blood, that night his nightmare had been completely unlike any other he had ever had, he was watching his own funeral, and at that moment he knew exactly what he had to do, he pulled his potions book and cauldron from his trunk and began mixing an extremely advanced potion he had found in his fourth year while learning new hexes and curses, it would do the job perfectly, all he had to do was make this potion and he would finally be free from the Dursley's and his responsibility as the boy who lived forever.
Harry didn't care about getting in trouble with the ministry so he pulled his wand out and placed a strong locking charm on his door so his relatives couldn't stop him. Hours later the potion had turned from clear water to the same shade of green as the killing curse, Harry opened his window, then returned to his potion, he mixed it perfectly, as soon as he drank a spoonful of the potion his body hit the ground and the door burst open revealing an extremely pissed off uncle, who turned into a shocked uncle as he saw the lifeless body of his favorite punching bag. Within an hour Dumbledore showed up without a trace of the usual twinkle in his eye and looking older then ever, he examined the potion and it appeared to be an extremely effective poison.
The old headmaster was in such a somber mood he didn't even notice Hedwig was sitting outside the window in a tree watching him, and right beside her was an odd looking black owl with a note attached to its leg. Shortly after the investigation it was proved that Harry Potter had committed suicide, his Aunt, Uncle and cousin where all sentenced to life in Azkaban and the notices for the funeral had been sent out the same day to all of Harry's close friends and legal family.
Later that afternoon Ginny Weasley was sitting out side the Burrow and noticed something odd, in a nearby tree she could see Hedwig who was sitting with an odd looking black owl, she wondered what Harry's owl was doing so far away from home and with such a suspicious looking owl, but her thoughts where interrupted when a large brown owl flew by and dropped a letter on her head, it was addressed to the Weasley family, so feeling curious about who would write to there whole family she opened it and began reading but soon wished she hadn't.
Ginny ran into the house crying, she threw the letter onto the kitchen counter and ran upstairs to lock herself in her room so she could cry in peace, Molly Weasley looking a bit shocked and extremely worried picked up the letter and soon began crying as well, the letter read.
Dear Weasley Family
I regret to inform you that something horrible has happened today, the entire magic community has suffered a great loss. Today at approximately eleven o clock, Harry Potter has been proclaimed deceased. The funeral service will be held this weekend at the Godrics Hollow cemetery and will begin precisely at twelve noon on Saturday, it would be much appreciated that you show up to give you last respects to a fallen friend and loved one. I apologize for such short notice and prey you take the news well.
Sincerely Albus Dumbledore
That weekend everything happened just like in Ginny's dream, except when she looked into the coffin she didn't back away quickly and trip, instead she began to silently cry and placed a light kiss on his cold forehead, he was going to be burred with his most prized possessions but for some reason his invisibility cloak, the marauders map, his Firebolt, and even his wand where all missing, she turned to walk away when the strange black owl landed on her shoulder, there was a letter addressed to her with a note attached that said to open it when she was alone. The owl and Hedwig flew off and she realized the black owl had bright green eyes and a green lighting bolt shape above its right eye.
That night Ginny had been sitting in her room trying to sleep when she remembered the letter, she pulled it out and quickly opened it, the fact that he had sent her a letter almost shocked her as much as what it said.
Dear Ginny
I'm sorry, I'm sure in the daily prophet it will probably say I died a heroic death defending my family from death eaters, but that's a lie, I didn't even die fighting, I took the cowards way out with a potion I found in my potions book, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for misleading you and everybody into thinking I'm some hero when in reality I'm even more of a coward them Malfoy, I couldn't take it any more, but I had to tell you the truth because I figured you deserved that much, and the truth is I never was even the slightest resemblance to a hero.
Sincerely Harry James Potter
Ginny curled into a ball on her bed and began crying again, the only thing she could say was "you where always my hero" and unknown to her somebody heard, there was a black owl sitting in a tree limb outside her window with bright green eyes and a lighting bolt over his right eye...
This is my first attempt at this kind of story so I'm really curious what you think, like it ? hate it? please review and tell me your opinion. If enough people like this story I will write more soon
HARRY POTTER AND THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS prologue
At four private drive all seamed well and natural, but that was only on the outside, on the inside terrible things where happening. A large man stood over a cowering boy, raising his fist high above his head he delivered a menacing blow to the boy and sent him flying headfirst into a nearby wall, the boy just sat against the wall nearly covered in his own blood, he didn't try to fight back anymore, he didn't even threaten his family with his godfather. The large man was Vernon Dursley who for the past hour had been beating on his nephew Harry Potter.
Vernon Dursley had began to beat on him after his fourth year at Hogwarts, he had been informed about the death of Cedric Diggory and enjoyed reminding Harry why he died as often as possible, Harry didn't complain about the beatings, he thought he deserved each and every one of them, he hadn't told anybody about them because he knew they would try to "rescue" him and he would be denied his punishment. Vernon delivered a swift kick to the boys ribs and walked away muttering something about "worthless boy" and "burnt toast"
Harry crawled from the living room toward the stairs in hopes of reaching his bedroom without any further "punishment", as he crawled he became aware of a sharp pain in his side and thought his ribs might be broke, then when his cousin Dudley walked by and kicked him Harry knew he had broken ribs. He finally arrived in his room and crawled to what he called a bed, after some careful consideration he decided to just pull a blanket off his bed and sleep on the floor to prevent any extra pain from climbing onto his bed, that night he curled into a ball on the floor of the smallest bedroom on four private drive and fell into a restless nightmare filled sleep.
The next morning far away at the Burrow a young girl woke with a shocked expression and tears running freely down her freckled face, she had woken from one of the worst nightmares she had ever had, in her dream she had seen herself attending a funeral, all the Weasley's where there, so was professor Dumbledore along with the rest of the Hogwarts staff, including Professor Snape who had an odd expression on his face, Remus Lupin was also there accompanied by a large shaggy black dog.
It had to be somebody important because even Snape seemed affected by the loss, she looked around and everybody was crying, letting her curiosity get the better of her she walked toward the coffin that was still suspended above the grave, halfway there she felt somebody give her shoulder a supportive squeeze and she was surprised by how real it felt, she continued forward and as she reached the coffin she took a peak into it and saw the last thing she ever wanted to see, she began to back away and tripped over a large marble headstone that read "Here lies Harry Potter, The boy who lived"
Ginny Weasley tried to forget the horrible nightmare and focus on what she was going to do that day, after a bit of thought she figured she would get a shower, eat breakfast and spend the rest of the day teasing her brother Ron about his crush on Hermione.
The same morning Harry woke up covered in cold sweat and dry blood, that night his nightmare had been completely unlike any other he had ever had, he was watching his own funeral, and at that moment he knew exactly what he had to do, he pulled his potions book and cauldron from his trunk and began mixing an extremely advanced potion he had found in his fourth year while learning new hexes and curses, it would do the job perfectly, all he had to do was make this potion and he would finally be free from the Dursley's and his responsibility as the boy who lived forever.
Harry didn't care about getting in trouble with the ministry so he pulled his wand out and placed a strong locking charm on his door so his relatives couldn't stop him. Hours later the potion had turned from clear water to the same shade of green as the killing curse, Harry opened his window, then returned to his potion, he mixed it perfectly, as soon as he drank a spoonful of the potion his body hit the ground and the door burst open revealing an extremely pissed off uncle, who turned into a shocked uncle as he saw the lifeless body of his favorite punching bag. Within an hour Dumbledore showed up without a trace of the usual twinkle in his eye and looking older then ever, he examined the potion and it appeared to be an extremely effective poison.
The old headmaster was in such a somber mood he didn't even notice Hedwig was sitting outside the window in a tree watching him, and right beside her was an odd looking black owl with a note attached to its leg. Shortly after the investigation it was proved that Harry Potter had committed suicide, his Aunt, Uncle and cousin where all sentenced to life in Azkaban and the notices for the funeral had been sent out the same day to all of Harry's close friends and legal family.
Later that afternoon Ginny Weasley was sitting out side the Burrow and noticed something odd, in a nearby tree she could see Hedwig who was sitting with an odd looking black owl, she wondered what Harry's owl was doing so far away from home and with such a suspicious looking owl, but her thoughts where interrupted when a large brown owl flew by and dropped a letter on her head, it was addressed to the Weasley family, so feeling curious about who would write to there whole family she opened it and began reading but soon wished she hadn't.
Ginny ran into the house crying, she threw the letter onto the kitchen counter and ran upstairs to lock herself in her room so she could cry in peace, Molly Weasley looking a bit shocked and extremely worried picked up the letter and soon began crying as well, the letter read.
Dear Weasley Family
I regret to inform you that something horrible has happened today, the entire magic community has suffered a great loss. Today at approximately eleven o clock, Harry Potter has been proclaimed deceased. The funeral service will be held this weekend at the Godrics Hollow cemetery and will begin precisely at twelve noon on Saturday, it would be much appreciated that you show up to give you last respects to a fallen friend and loved one. I apologize for such short notice and prey you take the news well.
Sincerely Albus Dumbledore
That weekend everything happened just like in Ginny's dream, except when she looked into the coffin she didn't back away quickly and trip, instead she began to silently cry and placed a light kiss on his cold forehead, he was going to be burred with his most prized possessions but for some reason his invisibility cloak, the marauders map, his Firebolt, and even his wand where all missing, she turned to walk away when the strange black owl landed on her shoulder, there was a letter addressed to her with a note attached that said to open it when she was alone. The owl and Hedwig flew off and she realized the black owl had bright green eyes and a green lighting bolt shape above its right eye.
That night Ginny had been sitting in her room trying to sleep when she remembered the letter, she pulled it out and quickly opened it, the fact that he had sent her a letter almost shocked her as much as what it said.
Dear Ginny
I'm sorry, I'm sure in the daily prophet it will probably say I died a heroic death defending my family from death eaters, but that's a lie, I didn't even die fighting, I took the cowards way out with a potion I found in my potions book, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for misleading you and everybody into thinking I'm some hero when in reality I'm even more of a coward them Malfoy, I couldn't take it any more, but I had to tell you the truth because I figured you deserved that much, and the truth is I never was even the slightest resemblance to a hero.
Sincerely Harry James Potter
Ginny curled into a ball on her bed and began crying again, the only thing she could say was "you where always my hero" and unknown to her somebody heard, there was a black owl sitting in a tree limb outside her window with bright green eyes and a lighting bolt over his right eye...
This is my first attempt at this kind of story so I'm really curious what you think, like it ? hate it? please review and tell me your opinion. If enough people like this story I will write more soon
