Hey guys, after Voldemort showed up in my house and "Avada Kedavra"-ed my behind for putting him in a fanfiction, I had quite the trouble recovering, but here I am! Ok, that was a lie. It was just I finally realized that I've been lying to myself for quite a while. I was confused about my life... not a mid-life crises... what do you call this? Teenage angst? lol but I'm ok now... I think... gosh I hate having to promise anything but I should be sane for the next few months, just enough to do... well... stuff. Please accept my sincere apology. *deep bow* Corrupted by Light will return as my summer start again. Though I should probably cram for MCAT, but your happiness comes first! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by JK Rowling.

*SPOILER ALERT* I got the idea of this story while reading Strange Case of and by Robert Louis Stevenson. As stated in summary, this happens after Voldemort tries to possess Harry near the end of the movie: Order of Phoenix, I hope I didn't spoil the movie for any one. Hope you guys enjoy! :)


Failure

Harry laid on the cold, stone ground. Panting from exhaustion, his bright emerald eyes gradually dulled, before long, they were reduced to mere empty glass balls.

The movement of his chest slowed until it finally ceased. His fingers came lose from the fists they held moments ago.

Dumbledore crouched beside him silently. His benevolence face was deeply pained as the old man reached out to ease close the boy's eyes.

"Harry...You are the most fierce Gryffindor Hogwarts has ever seen. May you be blessed in the afterlife." The old Headmaster stood up. Slowly, he raised his wand.

Dumbledore had never felt so hollow about using magic for his entire life, but this time, it was different. The tip of his wand quivered, as if it was uncertain of its master's intention.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, she sprang forward but was restrained by Ron, who averted his eyes from his best mate, jaw clenched.

Behind them, Neville let out a choked noise. Luna inched closer to Neville, her frail arms reached out to embrace his shuddering shoulders. Neville gripped the girl tightly and turned around so he wouldn't have to face the body lying on the floor. His large frame trembled as he let out a low whimper.

Ginny stood alone, away from the embracing couples. Her eyes hollow and unseeing, her bottom lip trembled, but she bit down hard on it, lest the inhumane sound roaring inside her head escape her lips. Subconsciously, she let her arms wrap tighter around herself. The chilliness within the tall walls of Ministry seems to have finally bit into her skin for the first time; along with it, the numbness and emptiness covered her like a blanket. Ginny bit down harder until she felt warm liquid trail down the corner of her mouth. The dull pain of her nails digging into her flesh had been the only reminder that it was not a dream, that it was the horrible reality she's currently living in.

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with grief as he muttered the two words and a green light filled the spacious hall.


Author's note: Short chapter, I know. It's been a while since the last time a creative word came sprouting out of my mouth. It feels like I've been using a different part of my brain to write all my science papers. Also, time to relearn some of the British terminology mentioned in Harry Potter! (Sorry, UK, we love you, but our everyday words are different.) Anyhow, I will update this story faster than usual, possibly an update every 2-3 days. Tell me what you think! :)