Author Notes: So when my computer decided to die and I decided to Hijack my mother's lovely laptop, I started to write this story. I have the first three chapters done, so we'll have to see where this goes. It all depends on what you amazing readers think of it.Warning: Violence, MurderSummary: I can see you Harry Potter. Tonight, you will lose everyone you've ever loved.Disclaimer: Your lovely author appears to state an amazing fact. I do not own the amazing characters, places, or things in this pathetic excuse of a story of mine. I only own the plot line, and not even all of it. This takes place after the epilogue with some random changed details of my own.Reminders: Please review. From one poor author to the next, I implore you. I make no money off of this so there was no point to that, but I don't care. I love being random.
Breaking Free
Chapter 1: A Mysterious Note and a Terrible Incident
Harry Potter sat up in bed, breathing deeply. He reached a cold, clammy hand to wipe the sweat of his forehead. He had been having dreams of the boy for a few months now, and he didn't know why. Harry quickly slid out of his bed, trying not to wake Ginny, and looked out the cold stone window. He had only been headmaster at Hogwarts for a year, but his students respected him deeply and stayed out of trouble. It made him happy to see that the Gryffindors and Slytherins were no longer constantly fighting with each other.
As he stared out the window, he noticed a single black raven flying towards the castle. As the bird soared towards him, he wondered who would be sending mail at this time of night. The raven held out its leg, and Harry retrieved the sheet of parchment off of it. The raven seemed to bow slowly to Harry before departing towards the pitch black night.
He exited the bedroom he shared with his beloved wife and strolled into his study. Quickly, he lit the gas lamp and slit open the parchment. The handwriting was strange and foreign to him, but what he read made him feel more scared then he had ever felt in his life.
I can see you Harry Potter. Tonight, you will lose everyone you've ever loved.
Harry clutched at the note and read it over and over, trying to analyze the handwriting. It was around the hundredth time that he assumed that it was written by a prankster and that it meant nothing. He chucked the note into a dustbin and strolled down the staircase to the hallways. In the darkness, he noticed that the castle was extremely lonely when it was asleep.
Taking the route less traveled, he walked past the Hufflepuff house, through the second floor shortcut, and down the stairs by Madame Russle's office. "It surely has been a while since we've lost a teacher huh?" he asked himself, remembering when he had to find a new nurse for the hospital wing after Madame Pomphrey had died. Luckily he had been able to find Madam Russle selling healing herbs in Knockturn Alley.
She had needed a job, so Harry took care of her, brought her into the school, and gave her an extra three galleons a week to send to her sister to help with money problems. Harry entered the Great Hall, found the secret staircase in the back corner, and walked down to the kitchens. The house elves were all out either cleaning their assigned areas of the castle or sleeping. They were working hard, and Harry was so proud of them. He had started giving them each a galleon a week, so that they could buy some new clothes every time they wanted them.
As he sat at an empty stool in the kitchen, he wondered why anyone would send him such a stressful, evil note. He remembered a few weeks after he had defeated Voldemort, some of the population started sending him death threats and such. It was a terribly annoying experience, and in the end, he had to seek aid of the Ministry to get the people to stop. That was when he had proposed to Ginny. Ah, glorious memories!
Tienga, one of Harry's favorite house elves, winked into the kitchen to return her cleaning supplies. "Headmaster Potter!" she squeaked, bowing low to him. "Can I get anything for you Headmaster?" Harry gave her a small smile and nodded.
"May I please have a cup of tea Tienga?" he asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. Tienga nodded quickly and started making the tea. "I like your outfit my dear. Is it new?"
"Yes Headmaster. I gots it yesterday night froms Dobby's son. He makes good clothing, ands he doesn't make it costs that much." Harry nodded, admiring the elf's outfit. She had on a green velvet vest, lined with gold thread, and a matching skirt and hat, with a silky red shirt underneath the vest. She also had a pair of golden Christmas tree earrings on her pointy ears.
"Definitely getting ready for Christmas a little early, but the outfit is adorable," he told her as she handed him the cup of tea. She smiled widely and bowed again.
"I am going to beds Headmaster. If yous need anything else, please don't hesitate to calls." With that, she winked out, leaving Harry alone in the kitchen. He sat there, sipped at his cup of tea, and thought of what he had to do tomorrow. The Minister of Magic had been bugging him for the past week to come and talk to him, so he needed to fit that into his schedule, he had to call a conference meeting with the Professors, although he didn't think it would go over that well, considering everyone on staff was either a friend, or a former teacher of Harry.
Ginny had taken over Professor McGonagall's job of Transfiguration; Ron took Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures job after he had learned from Hagrid. Hermione was not only teaching Charms, but also Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies. He laughed at the very thought. George had taken over in the Potions Department, but most of the time he just taught the students how to make hilarious potions.
Since Harry had taken over as Headmaster after McGonagall retired, he had cut out a few classes, such as Divination and added a few humorous classes. Harry, himself, had taken over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, since no one would take the job, leaving Neville with Herbology, which he was completely flattered to teach.
Harry set his empty cup on the table and trampled back up the long staircase. He took an enjoyable night stroll on the school grounds and found a student crying by the lake. Harry walked over to him and sat down next to the boy. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, looking at him. The boy looked up at Harry, giving him a chance to recognize him. It was Seamus' son, Fitz. "Fitz, what's wrong?"
"I…I just got a letter from me mum…dad died…" He told Harry, sobbing into his robes. "Dad's gone, and so is Sarah Thomas' dad…" he cried. Harry took a second to mentally register this. Seamus was gone, and so was Dean.
"No…" he whispered, his eyes widening in shock. Harry stood up and held out a hand to Fitz. "Come with me Fitz. I'm going to leave you in my office for a moment while I go and talk to Professor Longbottom." Fitz stood up and followed Harry to his office. "Sectumsempra," Harry muttered as he watched the stone gargoyle hop aside. He shoved Fitz onto the staircase and then ran off to Neville's room.
"Neville!" he called out, knocking on the Herbology Professor's door. He unlocked the room and entered it, wondering why it was so cold inside. He walked to the bedroom section and found Neville safe in his bed. "Neville, thank god." he muttered, kneeling down next to him. "Neville?" he questioned, shaking him. Harry pulled his hand back in shock. Neville's body was as cold as ice. He grasped Neville's hand, groping for a pulse, but found none.
"No!" he half screamed, running from Neville's office to where Ron and Hermione resided. "Ron, Hermione!" He ran into their bedroom and felt their pulses. They were both dead, completely lacking heartbeats. "NO!" He screamed as he fell to his knees, sobbing. His scream must have been loud enough, because it woke up George, who came running to the room.
"Harry? What the bloody hell is going on?!" he asked, glaring at him. "You've probably just woken up half of the- Harry, are you crying?" he asked, kneeling down next to him. "Harry, what's wrong?" Harry looked up at George through blurry eyes and pointed towards the bed where Ron and Hermione's bodies resided. George stood up and shook his brother.
"Harry, what the hell happened to my brother!" he screamed, shaking Ron again. "They're not breathing!" George panicked and collapsed on top of Ron and Hermione, crying as well. "Bloody hell Harry, what's happened to my family!?"
"They're my family too George," Harry sobbed, wiping his eyes with his robes. "If you haven't forgotten, I'm married to-" His eyes widened again, remembering who he hadn't checked on. "No…not her…please not her…" he whispered, standing up shakily. He walked unevenly towards his office. George sat up and stared at him.
"What about the students Harry? What should we tell them?" Harry shrugged George off as he staggered towards his office. All he cared about was her right now. She, and Lily, and James and Albus. That was all that mattered to him at the moment. Making sure his family was safe.
"Sectumsempra," he whispered, fearing that if he actually used his voice that it would crack from the sadness and worry he held in his body right then and there. He held onto the center pole as the staircase rose to his office. He stepped inside, walked right past Fitz, and into his bedroom.
"Ginny…" he whispered as he walked over to her. "Ginny dear." He kissed her ice cold lips and fought to keep the tears from falling. "Ginny please…" he whispered, placing a finger to her lips in hope to feel her breath. It was there. "Ginny." he cried in relief.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open, all glazed over and such. She looked at Harry, uttered a single word, and then fell to the world of the souls. "No…" Harry cried, holding her hand. "NO!"
The caskets were sitting on the castle grounds. All seven of the caskets were to be buried next to Albus' white tomb after the funerals took place. Harry walked from casket to casket, placing a tiny bunch of flowers on each of them as he thought about them.
Neville, the best defender and Herbology he had ever had. He wiped away the few tears that he had released.
Albus Severus, Lily and James. The three most loving children that he had ever had. Albus and James were the best boys a father could ask for, and Lily was an amazing daughter. He would never forget how she had successfully made seeker her very first year at Hogwarts. He was now sobbing as he touched each of their caskets.
Ginny, his amazing wife. He remembered every single second of the life that they had shared together since the day that he had run into the common room and kissed her. He fell on top of the casket as he clutched the flowers that he was to place on her grave. Unluckily, it had been Percy who was to comfort him, so he pulled Harry off of the casket and on to the last two.
Harry collapsed to the ground at the last two. They were set next to each other, a perfect pair of white marble tombs. They were the only caskets that were not to be buried. As Harry silently cried, he recalled the day after he had killed Voldemort. He had walked up to the Headmaster's office and entered it with Ron and Hermione on either side of him. The portrait of Albus Dumbledore smiled at him with tears in his eyes and proudly declared that Harry, Ron and Hermione would be buried next to him, always to be remembered.
Harry set the bouquets on their grave sites, but to him, it didn't feel like nearly enough for the people who changed his life. He stood up and feebly moved his wand in a complicated manner. The snowy patches that covered the grass in front of their graves disappeared and gave way to bunches of everlasting roses. He then turned and gave a slightly smaller bunch to Ginny's grave.
Harry backed away from their graves and looked at them sadly. "I'll love you guys till they die," he whispered, looking up at the sky.
"Excuse me Harry. Harry! Can we have a statement?' Rita Skeeter's blonde and annoying voice announced, smiling at Harry with her fake-looking, bright white teeth. Harry shook his head quickly and tried to get past her, but she wouldn't budge. "Come on Harry, just a quicky."
"No comment, now excuse me." he muttered, trying to get past her again. She continued to block him in as a bright bulb flash went off in his face. He was angry now. "Move Rita, I am mourning my friends, so get out of the way!" She laughed and shook her head.
"And how will this mass murder of Harry Potter's closest loved ones affect Hogwarts attendance?" she asked, pulling out the acid green pen and scroll of parchment.
"Leave him alone!" someone shouted from behind him. The person pushed through Rita and her photographer, clearing a space for Harry to get through. Harry looked wearily at the person, trying to place him.
"Ahh, thank you…Draco?!"
A/N: Your lovely author has returned to answer your curious questions. Well, I am here and waiting for your precious reviews, because they just mean so much to me. Please leave a review and if I get at least 4 reviews, then I will continue to the second chapter. If not, then we'll see. Please leave your e-mail with the review so that I can directly get back to you.
Honest comments will make me happy!
Koriko Ukari