Disclaimer: The original story of Harry Potter does not belong to me, it belongs to JK Rowling.
Notes: The story happened after the end of the war and some elements are different from the last book.
Chapter 1: Forever
"I don't want to die" was the last things he could think of when he saw the green light flew, right to his heart. Dying from the Avada Kedavra was not painful. It was more like switching the light off, one moment you are here and the next its dark. Awfully dark. And cold. And there is nothing else, not sound, no smell, not even air to feel. That's how Harry Potter died. Voldemort had died with him. So had more than half of the Hogwarts population.
"...Wizards can leave an imprint ofthemselves upon the earth, to walk palely where their living selves once trod... But very few wizards choose that path."
That's what Sir Nicholas had told Harry, after the death of Sirius. Brave people don't come back. Only the cowards, the one afraid of death can. People full of regrets.
Harry never thought he would be a coward. After all, he was a proud Gryffindor, like his father, his mother. Like Sirius and Remus. He had walk to Voldemort and to his death with his head up. He has dueled him for more than one hour before the end. He had fight until he couldn't feel his legs anymore. He had wound all over his body and was cover with mud and blood. He had to last until Ron and Hermione destroyed the Horcruxe, Nagini. So he had. Then the signal has come. Harry thought he had been ready to died, he had say goodbye to his friends, the one who was still alive anyways. He thought that once dead he would see his parents again. This was the reason he had held up to, after he had learn the truth about his scar.
But, facing his one death, he had thought about the life he could have, he should have. Marry the woman he love, have kids, hang out with Ron and Hermione, and send his children to Hogwarts. Find something he really wants to do. Become someone.
"I don't want to died"
On this last thought Harry Potter died.
He arrived in an immense and glorious ball room. In there was all the people who had died that day, ghostly form. There all were looking as lost as he was. He recognizes some of them. Fred of course, he was there when he had been killed. Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, Colin and Dennis Crivey. Hagrid. All of them were still in the same state they were in the moment then died. Dirty, bloody, cover in various and horrid wounds. Dean had literally his limb coming out. But the place was peaceful. There was no room for pain here. Harry made his way to Fred, not really walking, his was more floating around.
"Hey mate, I am sorry you died" said Fred with a sad smile.
"Yeah me too…"
"Is Voldemort dead?"
"Yeah he is."
"That's good. Now they can be happy. He is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay"
Harry didn't need to ask who "they" and "he" were.
"Yeah, they had to be"
After all, he had diedto give them a chance to live in peace, to be happy. He never got a chance. Harry was not jealous of his friends who had stayed, but he was angry with Fate. He wanted to screamed and even beg if that may have help.
One by one, the people in the room was disappearing, in the order of their death. Fred waved and smiled at him when his turn came.
"See you there mate"
Harry just nodded at him.
When his turn came, he felt warm, and then he felt like flying, he flew through some unknown country, where the grass was always green and the sun, always shinning. He saw people, walking together. It was so peaceful. But Harry didn't stop, in fact, he was flying faster and faster, so fast his vision became blurry. And a voice whisper to his hears "There is no place here for the wicked one".
"The wicked one" 'Great, a new nickname' thought Harry.
Then it was over. Harry was standing in the Hogwarts ground, the exact spot he had died. But something was not right. There were no body, no blood anymore. They were some traces of spell here and there but that's all. He looked at the castle and saw that it was still partly destroyed. Even if they had clean up the park of the fallen stone, the astronomy tower was missing, and parts of the wall had been severely damaged.
He took the direction of the main door. He still had the strange feeling of floating, more than walking. He got to the door and put his hand on the door handle. But his hand did not make contact with the handle and went right through it. Harry gasped and tried again with the same results. He looked at his hand. It was transparent. Now Harry was really freaking out. Then he saw the Bloody Baron, coming out of a wall.
'No way' thought Harry, looking at the ghost.
He looked at the door once again and tried to hold his breath…he then realized that he was not even breathing anymore. Nor was he hungry or tired. He closed his eyes and walk, or whatever to door. When he didn't make contact with any obstacle, he opens his eyes again. He was now inside the castle.
Everything was quiet and a strange feeling was floating around. Where were the remaining students? And the teachers? Why was everything so quiet?
"We are reunited tonight to honor the memory of our dead. We celebrate the victory, but never should we forget the price of it. Our brother and sisters died for us, for the victory, for the peace…."
This was McGonagall's voice, coming from Great Hall. Harry went to see, but he hesitated to enter. He was still not sure about what to think of his condition of a ghost. He didn't want to know that he was still here; a part of him was ashamed. So he flew to the roof and through the wall. He stayed here, near one of the higher window of the Hall, and stayed there in the shadow, looking at what was happening. The student were seating at their respective table, so we could easily see how many were missing. McGonagall was standing in front of all doing her speech. The teachers were listening sadly, some were crying, as were most of the student. Harry spot Ron and Hermione sitting together at the Gryffindor table. They were holding hands. At least, the two of them got together. None of them were crying but they had red and puffy eyes. Neville and Ginny were there too. Only Ginny were sobbing softly. Neville had lost an arm, thankfully not his wand arm. That was the end for a wizard. Ginny was still pretty, even crying. Ginny was not officially Harry's girlfriend because they broke up almost one year ago but Harry was still madly in love with her. He was looking at her and wondering what her were gone be like from now one. McGonagall had finished speaking and was now turning to the right wall of the Great Hall. Harry looked closely and saw that on the top of the wall were engraved two words: NEVER FORGET.
"Abbot Hannah" started the professor. She rose her wand and on the first stone of the wall was Hannah's name, with her birthdate and her death date. It was a memorial, for all the fallen students. McGonagall went on with the long list, she was crying. Harry recognized some names, Luna and Cho hadn't made it either. He wanted to cry but he had no tears anymore.
"Harry Potter" At the announce of his name the Great Hall went silent. A flick of the wand and his name was on the wall. It was really a weird feeling to be here, to see his friends cry over his death. He was dead but he still was trapped here. He couldn't have what he wanted more than everything else. A life. And still there was no peace for him. He was dammed. Condemned to spend the rest of the eternity on this earth.
Here but not really here forever.
Hi! Thank you for reading this story, I hope you enjoyed it. There is more to come but I don't know exactly when I will post it. This is not the only story I am working on.
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