Count down to New Year.
(Disclaimer: None of it's mine, DAMN!
Everyone was gathered at the Weasley's, Tonks and Lupin, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Hermione, beaming happily around the room, Moody was looking uncharacteristically happy as he sipped from his hip flask, and Hagrid's face was a tell-tale red from all the fire whiskey. As they counted down the last minute of the year, champagne glasses raised and jubilation on their faces, Harry Potter felt a twinge along his scar.
"30…29…28…"
"Take Harry and run, I'll hold him off." And a cruel high voice, "Avada Kedavra" Harry heard the quiet thud as his father's body slumped to the floor the screams of his mother and her pleading for his life.
Harry quickly came to, blinking uncertainly, what was that?
"25…24…23…"
"Give it to me Potter!" Harry saw once again Quirrell's face, watched his hands stretch out towards the Philosopher's Stone., felt the pain inside his head, as if it was happening right now, the heat from the fires, the splitting along his scar.
Abruptly the chamber faded away, leaving him staring around wildly, nobody noticed as they were all staring at the radio, counting down to the New Year along with the rest of the world.
"19…18…17…"
The basilisk rushed towards him, and Harry felt the piercing pain through his arm, saw Godric Gryffindor's sword jerking up and down through the top of the basilisk's head as the giant snake thrashed madly. Bits of brain and blood flew over him, the laughter of Tom Riddle…
Hermione was looking at him oddly, "Harry are you OK?"
"Yeah" he replied softly, grinning falsely at her.
"OK" she smiled too, looking unconvinced, and they continued to count down together.
"15…14…13…"
The dementors were swooping down on him and Sirius, he watched as his patronus petered out again. The cold, sad feeling, "It's my fault Sirius is going to die"
This time Harry did not come back to reality, he heard the vague count down in the back of his head but it sounded more like a clock ticking, counting down to the big finale, the unforgettable finish.
"Kill the spare," and the flash of eerie green, the sound of Cedric's body hitting the floor, the sound so similar to his fathers.
"12…11…"
Icy hate filled stares filled his vision, someone knocked him and he fell to the floor, the death eaters in their robes surrounded him.
"10…"
Wormtail screamed in pain as his arm fell into the cauldron. The potion hissing violently, angrily. "please let it drown, please let it drown" a fevered mantra in his head.
"9…8…"
Barty Crouch Jnr, looked at him placidly, happily "I am the Dark Lord's most faithful servant" the voice echoed in his head, "most faithful servant, most faithful servant"
"7…6…5…"
Sirius was falling through the veil, and someone was trying to hold him back, "Sirius" he called desperately, "Sirius!" and the whispered childish voice in his mind "don't leave me."
"4…3…"
Dumbeldore looked at him with his deep blue eyes, "Neither can live whilst the other survives." The voice of Professer Trewlawny reverberated between them.
"I have to kill him don't I?"
"2…"
Suddenly bleeding red eyes, filled with hatred and cruelty were boring into him. The cavernous mouth opened and laughed "Bow Potter!"
"1!"
"Go away!" Harry yelled. No one heard through the screams and shouts of "Happy New Year!" "Go away." He said more softly, the memories fading.
A.N: Why is my Harry always so screwed up? Anyway I had this posted before but I corrected some errors and thought it was fitting to put it up again, given the time of year and all. Happy New Year everybody, cheers to a highly overrated holiday.