Summary: Dumbledore knows that something is terribly wrong when an alarm that monitors Harry's safety goes off. However he never could have predicted what happened next... This is going to be so much fun to write! :D Don't let the first chapter scare you off!
WARNING: Don't let the first chapter scare you off! I promise that the rest of the story won't be like this! :D
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Harry Potter or the Potterverse. So if you recognize it, it is not mine. I do however own the plot. :D
Author' note: This is my first Harry Potter/Twilight crossover! In all honesty, I'm not that big of a Twilight fan, unlike Harry Potter, so please bear with me if there are some mistakes, and don't hesitate to point them out! :D
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Anyways, on with the story!
The Broken Whisper
Chapter One
"I'm so tired of never being good enough." Harry whispered in a broken voice as he searched though his trunk. He knew he had seen it there not two hours ago… Right before the Dursleys left to go visit Marge, Vernon's beefy sister who Harry thought loved her dogs a little too much to be normal. Locking him away in "his" bedroom so that he couldn't cause any harm while they were gone for the evening.
Finally finding what he was looking for, Harry triumphantly withdrew the knife that Sirius had given him for Christmas. The note had said that it could open any door. Harry wondered if it would help him open a certain set of gates…
Two weeks had passed since Sirius had died… And Harry knew in his heart that despite what the Order or his friends said, that it was indeed his fault. He should have known that the vision was a fake. Harry had killed his own godfather. The only person who had truly loved him since the death of his parents… He was a monster.
Having been watched closely after the incident, Harry was relieved when school was out. During that time however, he had formed a rather simple plan of action. He just hoped that it worked on his first attempt.
Setting the knife on his lumpy bed, Harry crawled under and fished out his treasures from beneath the loose floorboard, which he set besides the knife before laying down besides them.
Opening the photo album Hagrid had gifted him with at the end of his first year; Harry turned the pages till he came to his favorite picture. It was of him and his parents. It wasn't of a special occasion or a birthday, but Harry treasured it all the same. It embodied what he had always wanted: a family who loves him- a place where he would belong.
Slipping the photo out of the book, Harry gently set his treasures on the dresser and grabbing a pen and a scrap of paper, scribbling a few lines. He quietly folded it in half, gently slipping the photo between the sides of the folder paper on the night side table.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, back to the wall, Harry quickly rolled up his sleeves. He was really going to do this. Picking up the knife, his mind telling him, begging him to see reason, Harry put it to his wrists and made the first cut. Pain greeted him.
"That was for Sirius." He grunted.
He made a second, deeper slash, "That's for Mum."
And another, "And for Dad."
Tears fell from his eyes as he made another incision. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Remus, Dumbledore, even Snape were named, one for each time his knife cut his flesh.
There was blood everywhere now, running down his arms and seeping into his clothes, onto the sheets. And yet the cuts kept coming. There seemed to be no shortage of names falling from his lips, people who had been and were affected by the war, by his actions… By what he was doing…
Both of his wrists and forearms were now mangled, and yet he continued…
In Dumbledore office, an alarm went off. Its sound chilling the old man to his very core- Harry was in grave danger. Quickly, he ran to the fireplace, throwing in a handful of Floo Powder.
"Severus Snape!" He called hurriedly.
"Come on…Come on…" What could be taking Severus so long he wondered? He did not have time for this he thought as he changed his mind and entered the Floo.
He had just stepped out of the fireplace in Severus' office as the man himself entered the room. Annoyed expression plastered onto his face.
"Surely this could have waited Alb-"
"The alarm had sounded. Harry is in grave danger." Dumbledore quickly cut him off. Time was after all precious.
Five minutes later found two men quickly exiting the Hogwarts grounds, were Albus quickly apparated them just outside of the wards of number four Privet Drive.
Harry had just started feeling woozy from all of the blood loss when an alarm went off, growing steadily louder. He had set some bloody ward off. Shit! Panicking, knowing that someone was coming, Harry continued as quickly as possible.
Albus and Severus quickly spelled open the door and ran up the stairs to where they knew that the boy' room was located. A sliver of light was visible under the obviously locked door. Not pausing to wonder at the locks, they quickly unlocked them and opened the door to find…
Harry heard heavy footfalls as at least two people ran up the stairs. Then, the locks were opened and finally, the door. Revealing the worried faces of Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledore.
Who had opening the door to reveal… Blood, so much blood. Everywhere. And a scared looking Boy-Who-Lived, pressing a knife to his heart.
"Harry don't do it," Albus pleaded and was met with Harry's wide tear filled eyes.
"It's not too late my boy, ple-" he pleaded only to be cut off by Harry's voice.
"But it is…" He whispered brokenly as he looked at the two men.
"This is for me." He stated simply as he plunged the blade into his heart, a small smile on his face, which remained even as the light dimmed in his bright green eyes and his body went limp.
"Please, I beg of you…" Albus whispered into the suddenly very quiet room. Harry Potter was dead, and along with him- the hope of the wizarding world.
Albus fell to his knees as he watched the child he considered to be family die before his very eyes. Deep, painful sobs escaping him.
Severus stood frozen in the doorway, unbelieving of what he was seeing. Harry Potter's bloody body lying mangled upon blood covered sheets, a small smile on his face; Albus Dumbledore, weeping at his feet; a folded piece of paper on the night side table. A note?
Making sure to sidestep Albus, he strode quietly towards the note and passed it towards his mentor. Silently passing it to Albus, he was surprised when the old man smiled sadly and passed the note back to him.
Now opened, Severus could see that a small photo had been put within the folded note. It was of the Potters- all three of them.
Curiously, Severus turned to the paper and read:
A great man once told me that death is but the next great adventure. I have nothing more to live for in this world. But I hope to find those I love in the next. Please have my body buried with this photo. It is my most prized possession.
~Just Harry
"Just Harry?" Snape asked softly, quirking an eyebrow. It seemed that Potter was full of surprises.
Dumbledore sighed. "When Hagrid went to go fetch him, and told him he was a wizard, Harry said that it couldn't be true as he was Just Harry."
Not quite understanding but not wanting to dwell on the matter, Severus decided to change the conversation to the topic at hand. "What do we do now?"
Albus gave him a sad little smile. "The only thing we can do. We follow Harry wishes and we continue fighting our war."
"But Albus," Severus said softly, "without Potter we cannot win…"
"I know…" Albus replied smiling sadly before slowly standing.
Severus was surprised as Albus walked over to the bedside and silently kissed Harry's forehead. "We'll give them Hell for you my boy." Was whispered almost inaudibly before Albus turned to leave.
"Come Severus. We have a funeral to organize."
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~Autumn Skyie
