Hey people. I was scared about doing a Harry Potter fic because I didn't think I would be able to do it, but I am feeling pretty confident about it.
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Why don't they notice? Why don't they see how I cringe? How I grab my shirt in agony throughout the day as it pulses painfully in my chest? Why don't they see I'm dying?! My heart is slowing down. It has been for a while. I can tell, that by the pace, I won't live past 17. I'm not scared. I'm looking forward to leaving this nightmare of a life.
My emotions are filled with nothing but sadness and anger. My so-called friends, Ron and Hermione, haven't noticed anything. When I lay in bed, because the pain gets to be to much, they called me lazy. Say that I'm nothing but a slacker. That I should be training to defeat you-know-who, not laying around on my ass all day.
… I just want peace. I want to be happy in my last moments of life. Is that to much to ask?
…............Apparently so.
" Harry!! Get up already!! " The voice of Hermione screamed in my ear. It was morning and I was laying in bed. I didn't want to get up because my heart hurts more after walking so far to classes and such. Nevertheless, I comply and walk over to the bathroom to get dressed. After that is finished and the regular routine is finished, we head to breakfast.
Ron is already there, as he left when Hermione was attempting to wake me up. His plate was full and he was shoveling food down his throat. Hermione grimaced.
" Ron! Don't just shovel it all down like that! It's disgusting! " He shrugged and slowed down in his eating. I sat down and gathered a couple of items before eating them at a slow pace. While the two beside me talked, I gazed around the room. I thought about how, at some point, I'll never see it again. Never see any of the people here again. I acquired a nostalgic feeling. No matter how few there are, there was some good memories made here.
Deciding I need a smoke, I stood up. Ron turned to me. " Where you going, mate? " I sighed and answered. " Just going to walk around a bit. I'll catch you guys later. " He nodded. " Don't forget about classes! " Hermione yelled after him as he walked through the door. He walked to a dark hallway, not far from the great hall. He took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. He had started not long before. It soothed him somehow. He didn't really care about the consequences. It's not like he'll be around to feel them anyway.
I scurried more into the wall as footsteps echoed. Someone was coming. Bending down his head, hoping to blend into the darkness more, he saw Malfoy walk pass him. He looked accomplished, like he had done something important without fail. Smug. I felt a pang of curiosity before shrugging it off.
It had nothing to do with him.
He stepped more into the main hallway to finish the cigarette. He then dropped it on the ground and stomped on it to put it out. He turned around to actually go take a walk when a crash sounded throughout Hogwarts. Harry screamed in pain and fell to the floor. Following the crash, his scar because to burn intensely. It felt like it was trying to burn its way into his skull! That's not the worst of it ether. The sudden pain from his scar caused his heart to pound wildly, creating another source of pain for him.
He thrashed on the cool stone of the hallway floor. Vaguely, through the pain, he thought if he was going to die. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the pain left. His heart gradually slowed down unto its regular pace, and Harry sat panting.
When he was able to regain his composure, he tried to figure out what was going on. People were screaming in the great hall, the noise echoing all around him. It was easy to put two and two together. The screams, his scar hurting, Malfoy's smug accomplished face . It was obvious! The death eaters had somehow gotten into the school, and no doubt Voldemort with them.
He wondered what he should do. Should he go save everybody, even if ti meant getting killed? It didn't really matter about him getting killed, but he wanted a peaceful death, not one with a death eater standing over him, mocking him about dying. Oh well. They would probably search for him anyway, might as well save himself the energy and get it over with. Sighing, he made his way back into The Great Hall.
The teachers- except Snape of course, were trying, and failing, to ward off the swarm of death eaters in the room. The students were spread out, some trying to fight, some cowering somewhere, others seemed to somehow be doing both. Ron and Hermione were fighting. That didn't surprise him. He spotted Luna sitting down next to Neville, acting like everything was going to be fine. Neville looked wary but relaxed, like no harm would come to them. Luna saw him looking and smiled. It was one of those motherly type smiles that said ' Everything will be fine, don't worry. ' He smiled back. He loved those two. He seemed closer to them than Ron and Hermione. They had written letters to each other other the summer and had gotten pretty close. In fact, he told them about his heart. Neville fawned over him and although she looked concerned, Luna told him that he was like a butterfly in the rain, it was painful and hard to fly but once the sky cleared, and the sun shined, he would soar. He had no idea what she meant by that, but he felt happy when she said it.
A noise interrupted his thoughts. Voldemort was standing in front of him, smiling menacingly. He looked like he did as Tom Riddle. Harry looked in fascination for a moment at his face as he thought about how he had a nose. A human nose. Honestly, it kinda freaked him out. He being so used to his other form and all. However, he soon snapped out of it and stared with a bored look at his enemy. This didn't really have any meaning to him anymore. He took out another cigarette and lit it. He nodded his head toward Voldemort.
" Tom. " His face was almost priceless. His face looked emotionless, though there were traces of annoyance in his face. He clearly expected something other than indifference!
" Potter. Aren't you going to attack? Try to save you pathetic friends and this even more so pathetic school? " He sneered at him. Harry took a drag of his cigarette and glared.
" While I disagree with your notion of them being pathetic, there would be nothing I could do. With this little condition I have, I would die barely before the battle begun. So, why put myself through the effort and pain for a lost cause? " The dark lord looked at him curiously.
" You make an excellent point, I suppose. I would really like to know what kind of condition you have? You will die tonight, so surely you wouldn't care sharing? " Harry shrugged.
" Fine. I don't mind. You should count yourself lucky. There's only two people who know. " Voldemort scoffed. Harry smirked in amusement. He finish off his cigarette and cleared his throat before beginning.
" I have a heart problem. It's slowing down. Even if you hadn't attacked. I won't live past 17 so that is really why I have no real care for this situation. The only thing I am worried about is a certain pair I don't want harmed. "
Voldemort nodded. " So you have no care for this place and the people inside it. It wouldn't matter to you if we killed everyone and destroyed the place? " Harry looked thoughtful as he thought it over.
" On some degree, yes. This place has both good and bad memories and I thought of it as my home for years. But over all, no. Lately this place has caused me much pain and it would be best to abandon it soon anyway, if I want my goal to be achieved, of course. "
Voldemort titled his head down toward him. " And what would be that goal of yours, hm? Harry backed away a few steps.
" Don't you think you've asked enough questions, Tom? I don't believe we're close enough for you to find out everything, eh? I mean, why should I tell you? "
Voldemort smirked. " Good, I approve. " Harry frowned in confusion. What? He decided to voice that allowed.
" What? " That only think he saw next was the dark lord's smirking face before all went black.
Voldemort held Harry in his arms and turned to his death eaters.
" Come. We have what we'd come for. We shall take our leave and attack again another time. " His followers obediently started to retreat. He stared at his surroundings. Today had been a fine victory. Plus, he had found out some important information, bothersome though it was. It was better he found out about it now, than later. It would be much more useful this way.
He tightened his grip on the boy in his arms before he apparated ( Sp? ), leaving behind a horror filled room, and a softly smiling Luna at the end of the Ravenclaw table.