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owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to
Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros.,
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intended.
Harry Potter sat on the edge of his bed staring at the wand in his hands. He knew what he was about to do would hurt everyone he loved, but he didn't care anymore. Since returning from school two weeks earlier, Harry had sunk further and further into a deep depression brought on by the events in the Department of Mysteries.
His parents, Cedric, Sirius; they had all died because of him. Ron and Hermione had been in danger countless times because of him. He brought nothing but death and sadness to the people he supposedly loved. It was time for him to do it one final time. He wouldn't let anyone else die on his account.
Without hesitation, Harry raised the wand to his head and spoke the dreaded words.
"Avada Kedavra!"
First there was the green light he knew from the memories he had when a Dementor was near. Then everything went black.
~
Voices floated all around Harry. At first he couldn't tell what they were saying, but slowly some of it became clearer. He could catch little snippets of the things being said.
"Do you hear anything?"
Look at the destruction, no one could survive this."
Harry heard some shuffling, and something was lifted of him he hadn't even realized was there. Light streamed into wherever he was, causing him to blink even though his eyes were closed. There was a gasp up above him and the sound of things being quickly thrown aside.
"I can't believe it, he's breathing."
"How'd he survive?"
"I dunno Walt, it don' seem possible."
"He was obviously in one of the."
That was all Harry heard before the voices started to slip away again. Slowly he passed back into uncocisness, completely unaware that he lay in what looked like a battlefield.
~
Harry blinked repeatedly, his eyes protesting against the light being shined into them.
"Well, looks like you're a very lucky boy."
Harry was confused, standing over him with a small flashlight, was an older gentlemen in a pristine white lab coat; his nametag read "Dr. Anderson". They were obviously not in a hospital however. They seemed to be in a large tent filled with people sitting on cots. None of them seemed to be hurt, just very shaken up over something. Doctors were walking around examining people casually; obviously there was no emergency.
Harry tried to sit up, but found that he was strapped to the bed. The doctor held his hand up.
"Whoa there son, you've been through a lot. You're the only person who seems to have sustained any injuries, and you were screaming in your sleep, something about green light."
Harry took this all in, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered sitting on his bed planning to kill himself, and he remembered hearing voices talking about how it was amazing he survived. He was drawing a blank on everything else though. The Doctor had said something about an explosion, but he sure couldn't remember it.
"Where am I?" He managed to get out, though his throat felt like he'd been screaming.
"Your in the Red Cross tent on Pivet drive son." The doctor replied.
"Do you remember the explosion?" he asked
Harry shook his head no.
"Do you know who you are?"
This time Harry nodded. "My name is Harry Potter, I lived in Number 4.
The doctor nodded and wrote something down on a clipboard sitting on a nearby table. "Well, you don't seem to be insane, and you only got some cuts and bruises from the explosion, so I guess you can get up and walk around a bit. You've been out for about 12 hours, might feel good to stand up."
Harry nodded again and the doctor released the straps holding him to the table. He sat up and stretched his arms and legs. The doctor went off in the other direction towards a closed off part of the tent. Harry stood up, his legs felt a little wobbly at first, but he managed to remain standing.
Slowly he began to walk towards the exit, stepping around people and cots. He had to get out of here and find someone from the order. This was probably Voldemort's doing and he wanted to make sure everyone was okay. All thoughts of suicide had left his mind. All that mattered now was making sure Ron and Hermione were okay. When he reached the exit he saw that a police officer was guarding the opening. When he tried to walk out the man called after him.
"Hey, boy! You can't go out there. You'll get in the rescue workers way!"
Harry turned around to face him. Wondering what to do.
"I-I just want to see it." He stuttered. The police officer eyed him suspiciously, as though he might attack at any moment. Then a look of recognition came over his face.
"Oh, your that boy they brought in unconscious aren't you?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, I guess a look won't hurt. Just don't go far from the tent or get in anyone's way. Got it?"
Harry assured the officer he did, pushed the flap to the tent open, and stepped out. What he saw was almost surreal. All around him was destruction, not a single house or tree was standing for as far as he could see.
Pivet Drive had been completely leveled.
Chapter Notes:
This is chapter one; chapter two will take a little while because I'm not going to post it until I have about five chapters written. If you liked it please bear with me and REVIEW!
Also go to the yahoo group for my fics
Harry Potter sat on the edge of his bed staring at the wand in his hands. He knew what he was about to do would hurt everyone he loved, but he didn't care anymore. Since returning from school two weeks earlier, Harry had sunk further and further into a deep depression brought on by the events in the Department of Mysteries.
His parents, Cedric, Sirius; they had all died because of him. Ron and Hermione had been in danger countless times because of him. He brought nothing but death and sadness to the people he supposedly loved. It was time for him to do it one final time. He wouldn't let anyone else die on his account.
Without hesitation, Harry raised the wand to his head and spoke the dreaded words.
"Avada Kedavra!"
First there was the green light he knew from the memories he had when a Dementor was near. Then everything went black.
~
Voices floated all around Harry. At first he couldn't tell what they were saying, but slowly some of it became clearer. He could catch little snippets of the things being said.
"Do you hear anything?"
Look at the destruction, no one could survive this."
Harry heard some shuffling, and something was lifted of him he hadn't even realized was there. Light streamed into wherever he was, causing him to blink even though his eyes were closed. There was a gasp up above him and the sound of things being quickly thrown aside.
"I can't believe it, he's breathing."
"How'd he survive?"
"I dunno Walt, it don' seem possible."
"He was obviously in one of the."
That was all Harry heard before the voices started to slip away again. Slowly he passed back into uncocisness, completely unaware that he lay in what looked like a battlefield.
~
Harry blinked repeatedly, his eyes protesting against the light being shined into them.
"Well, looks like you're a very lucky boy."
Harry was confused, standing over him with a small flashlight, was an older gentlemen in a pristine white lab coat; his nametag read "Dr. Anderson". They were obviously not in a hospital however. They seemed to be in a large tent filled with people sitting on cots. None of them seemed to be hurt, just very shaken up over something. Doctors were walking around examining people casually; obviously there was no emergency.
Harry tried to sit up, but found that he was strapped to the bed. The doctor held his hand up.
"Whoa there son, you've been through a lot. You're the only person who seems to have sustained any injuries, and you were screaming in your sleep, something about green light."
Harry took this all in, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered sitting on his bed planning to kill himself, and he remembered hearing voices talking about how it was amazing he survived. He was drawing a blank on everything else though. The Doctor had said something about an explosion, but he sure couldn't remember it.
"Where am I?" He managed to get out, though his throat felt like he'd been screaming.
"Your in the Red Cross tent on Pivet drive son." The doctor replied.
"Do you remember the explosion?" he asked
Harry shook his head no.
"Do you know who you are?"
This time Harry nodded. "My name is Harry Potter, I lived in Number 4.
The doctor nodded and wrote something down on a clipboard sitting on a nearby table. "Well, you don't seem to be insane, and you only got some cuts and bruises from the explosion, so I guess you can get up and walk around a bit. You've been out for about 12 hours, might feel good to stand up."
Harry nodded again and the doctor released the straps holding him to the table. He sat up and stretched his arms and legs. The doctor went off in the other direction towards a closed off part of the tent. Harry stood up, his legs felt a little wobbly at first, but he managed to remain standing.
Slowly he began to walk towards the exit, stepping around people and cots. He had to get out of here and find someone from the order. This was probably Voldemort's doing and he wanted to make sure everyone was okay. All thoughts of suicide had left his mind. All that mattered now was making sure Ron and Hermione were okay. When he reached the exit he saw that a police officer was guarding the opening. When he tried to walk out the man called after him.
"Hey, boy! You can't go out there. You'll get in the rescue workers way!"
Harry turned around to face him. Wondering what to do.
"I-I just want to see it." He stuttered. The police officer eyed him suspiciously, as though he might attack at any moment. Then a look of recognition came over his face.
"Oh, your that boy they brought in unconscious aren't you?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, I guess a look won't hurt. Just don't go far from the tent or get in anyone's way. Got it?"
Harry assured the officer he did, pushed the flap to the tent open, and stepped out. What he saw was almost surreal. All around him was destruction, not a single house or tree was standing for as far as he could see.
Pivet Drive had been completely leveled.
Chapter Notes:
This is chapter one; chapter two will take a little while because I'm not going to post it until I have about five chapters written. If you liked it please bear with me and REVIEW!
Also go to the yahoo group for my fics