Easier to Run
Chapter One:
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
He screamed with pain as the curse hit him again. This time, it wasn't raised instantly. He curled into a ball, trying his best not to let them see his pain..
The softest of screams escaped his lips, and the curse was lifted.
Harry's hands shook violently as he threw all his belongings into his trunk. Nothing was left for him here; he had let them all down in a way he never could have imagined.
"I want to hear you beg, boy," the monster in front of him hissed, grabbing his around the throat. "I want to hear you scream. I want you to feel as much pain as I have because of you."
He didn't speak. He wouldn't beg.. He wouldn't scream again..
"Crucio!"
The curse hit him again. An unbearable pain shot up his spine, and he collapsed on the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.
A tear escaped his lids as he ran down the nearly collapsing old stone steps to the common room-the place that used to be his sanctuary; the place he had let them destroy, without trying to stop them.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the heavens, closing his eyes again. "I'm so sorry. I should have stopped him.."
"You killed everyone I ever loved," he whispered, tightening his grip on his wand. "EVERYONE! I've already been through more pain than you can imagine."
"We'll see about that, boy," the man sneered, his scarlet eyes flashing malevolently. "We'll see about that."
"Crucio!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The room lit up in a golden light. They were both lifted off their feet.
A single black carriage waited for him outside Hogwarts, ready to take him to Hogsmeade platform. He walked to the thestral that pulled it, running his callused hands through its fine, soft mane.
These horses always reminded him of his fifth year.. Of the night that Sirius had died. Even now, after everyone else that had died because of him, Sirius's death hurt the most.
A ghostly body floated out of the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Harry almost lost his control.
"Sirius."
His godfather looked up at him sadly. "Don't let him beat you, Harry. This is the last time, after this it's all over. Don't give in to him."
Harry nodded slightly, concentrating again on the battle.
"I love you," Sirius whispered, before disappearing.
Several more bodies were emitted from Voldemort's wand. Some of the people he knew, most he didn't. Cho, Marietta, Colin and Denis, Ginny.. But the three to catch his attention most almost threw him off with the fight. Ron and Hermione appeared, hand in hand, smiling sadly at Harry. Dumbledore followed them, a look of horror that Harry had never seen the old headmaster wear.
"You killed them," Harry murmured, staring, horrified, at the ghostly shapes of his best friends.
"Yes, Potter," Voldemort sneered, almost happily. "I killed them. They're gone, just as you will be."
Once the carriage stopped, he climbed slowly out of it and stood, staring almost terrified, at the huge train that sat in front of him. And to think, out of all the thousands of people that had attended Hogwarts, he would be the only person to ride the train back home.
The thought sent shivers up his spine. How had they managed to kill all those people? Surely it wasn't that easy.. And how many had they lost? Had Lestrange and Malfoy been killed?
The golden strand of light broke, and Harry fell to the floor, unable to support hi weight. He looked down at his legs-one was broken; there had been a crunch when he had landed, and he had lost the feeling in both legs.
"Not bad, Potter," Voldemort hissed, pacing the room. "I do believe that you're making much progress from our last meeting. You're holding your strength rather well."
He stayed quiet. Don't look him in the eyes, don't let him read your mind, don't let him know how much pain you're in.
"I can't have that, though. It has been fun, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to end this little game of ours."
He raised his wand and put it to Harry's forehead. "Good bye, Potter. You get to see your parents and all your little friends again."
"Avada Ke-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green light shot from Harry's wand. He closed his eyes. He had thought that revenge would make him feel better.. Revenge for killing his parents, for killing his friends, for killing his godfather, for killing his headmaster.. But it only made the pain worse. And now, he knew there was no way for him to be saved. Saved from this horrible life, that he had wished to leave behind for so long.
Chapter One:
It's easier to run
Replacing this pain with something numb
It's so much easier to go
Than face all this pain here all alone
He screamed with pain as the curse hit him again. This time, it wasn't raised instantly. He curled into a ball, trying his best not to let them see his pain..
The softest of screams escaped his lips, and the curse was lifted.
Harry's hands shook violently as he threw all his belongings into his trunk. Nothing was left for him here; he had let them all down in a way he never could have imagined.
"I want to hear you beg, boy," the monster in front of him hissed, grabbing his around the throat. "I want to hear you scream. I want you to feel as much pain as I have because of you."
He didn't speak. He wouldn't beg.. He wouldn't scream again..
"Crucio!"
The curse hit him again. An unbearable pain shot up his spine, and he collapsed on the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.
A tear escaped his lids as he ran down the nearly collapsing old stone steps to the common room-the place that used to be his sanctuary; the place he had let them destroy, without trying to stop them.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the heavens, closing his eyes again. "I'm so sorry. I should have stopped him.."
"You killed everyone I ever loved," he whispered, tightening his grip on his wand. "EVERYONE! I've already been through more pain than you can imagine."
"We'll see about that, boy," the man sneered, his scarlet eyes flashing malevolently. "We'll see about that."
"Crucio!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The room lit up in a golden light. They were both lifted off their feet.
A single black carriage waited for him outside Hogwarts, ready to take him to Hogsmeade platform. He walked to the thestral that pulled it, running his callused hands through its fine, soft mane.
These horses always reminded him of his fifth year.. Of the night that Sirius had died. Even now, after everyone else that had died because of him, Sirius's death hurt the most.
A ghostly body floated out of the tip of Voldemort's wand, and Harry almost lost his control.
"Sirius."
His godfather looked up at him sadly. "Don't let him beat you, Harry. This is the last time, after this it's all over. Don't give in to him."
Harry nodded slightly, concentrating again on the battle.
"I love you," Sirius whispered, before disappearing.
Several more bodies were emitted from Voldemort's wand. Some of the people he knew, most he didn't. Cho, Marietta, Colin and Denis, Ginny.. But the three to catch his attention most almost threw him off with the fight. Ron and Hermione appeared, hand in hand, smiling sadly at Harry. Dumbledore followed them, a look of horror that Harry had never seen the old headmaster wear.
"You killed them," Harry murmured, staring, horrified, at the ghostly shapes of his best friends.
"Yes, Potter," Voldemort sneered, almost happily. "I killed them. They're gone, just as you will be."
Once the carriage stopped, he climbed slowly out of it and stood, staring almost terrified, at the huge train that sat in front of him. And to think, out of all the thousands of people that had attended Hogwarts, he would be the only person to ride the train back home.
The thought sent shivers up his spine. How had they managed to kill all those people? Surely it wasn't that easy.. And how many had they lost? Had Lestrange and Malfoy been killed?
The golden strand of light broke, and Harry fell to the floor, unable to support hi weight. He looked down at his legs-one was broken; there had been a crunch when he had landed, and he had lost the feeling in both legs.
"Not bad, Potter," Voldemort hissed, pacing the room. "I do believe that you're making much progress from our last meeting. You're holding your strength rather well."
He stayed quiet. Don't look him in the eyes, don't let him read your mind, don't let him know how much pain you're in.
"I can't have that, though. It has been fun, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to end this little game of ours."
He raised his wand and put it to Harry's forehead. "Good bye, Potter. You get to see your parents and all your little friends again."
"Avada Ke-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green light shot from Harry's wand. He closed his eyes. He had thought that revenge would make him feel better.. Revenge for killing his parents, for killing his friends, for killing his godfather, for killing his headmaster.. But it only made the pain worse. And now, he knew there was no way for him to be saved. Saved from this horrible life, that he had wished to leave behind for so long.