They were there!
DISCLAIMER: I am not rich…I do not live in the U.K…I don't have any books that I've published…Therefore I'm not J.K. Rowling, and none of this is mine…It's hers
This is just something I thought of….
It's a bit choppy towards the end, but if I get reviews or views I'll probably add more, but if not I'll probably drop it…
I don't know… Just tell me what you think
(Oh! And this story is sorta depressing and sad…just a warning)
They were there. Harry saw them! In the veil, right before Sirius… Look! There they were now. If only Lupin would release his firm grasp, he would be able to meet them, see them, actually talk to them for once in his life.
"Let go!" Harry yelled in frustration, still trying to struggle out of Lupins hold. "Let me go! Sirius, my parents, they're over there!" Cried Harry getting more desperate with every second wasted, Bellatrix long forgotten, but Lupin would still not relinquish his hold on Harry.
Finally having enough, and stricken with grief Harry stopped struggling, and broke down crying hysterically. His parents were over there! "They're there! I know it! I saw them!" cried Harry again.
He started squirming so he could look at Lupin in the face, "Let me go!" he cried again, missing the tears streaming down the older mans face. "Let me GO!" Harry screamed while everyone not fighting turned around to see what the commotion was. Not being able to keep a firm hold on Harry anymore, Lupin let him go.
Dashing to the whispering veil, Harry raced over the steps leading down to the sunken pit, tears streaming down his face. "Mum, dad." He kept repeating over and over, all the while gaining the attention of almost everyone in the vincity, even the Death Eaters.
They were there, he wasn't crazy. Sirius, with his matted, long hair, but kindred expression on his face, wearing the same clothes, and looking as though he had just simply stepped into the veil. His mother with piercing emerald green eyes, and flaming red hair stood beaming down into Harry's face. Then his father, jet black hair sticking up all over the place, tears accenting his features and his smile lighting them up, waving to him, to Harry.
Right before he could take the first step into the veil, something stopped him, a force pulling him back, away from his late parents and recently deceased godfather, the closest thing he had to an actual father.
As he was being pulled back from the veil their images started to fade, "NO! THEY'RE THERE! PLEASE!" begged Harry to whatever was holding him back.
Dumbledore stood behind him, tears leaking from his, now dull, eyes, with his wand raised, keeping Harry from being with those he loved but lost. It was tearing apart his heart to see this boy so stricken with grief, and calling for the beings who were now gone.
Then Harry remembered, it was Voldemort that started all of this! With a cry of rage, he ran in the other direction towards the atrium, towards the Dark Lord, and no one could stop him.
Not expecting this turn of events, the order and the D.A. stood in shocked silence before racing after the boy who lived.
"Harry!" called Hermione, "Harry come back!" but he just kept on running.
Reaching his destination, he saw Bellatrix, "YOU!" shouted Harry. "Aw, the baby is mad." mocked Bellatrix in a baby's voice, "Does baby want his mommy?" She asked before disappearing into a fireplace and flooing to who knows where.
Darkness descended upon the space before Voldemort apparated into the atrium. Dumbledore gently walked up to Harry and pushed him to the side, "So we meet again Tom." But before Dumbledore could even cast a spell Voldemort summoned Harry from his side. "Do anything and the boy dies." said Riddle while levitating Harry a few feet from the ground, despite his struggles.
The crowd watched in fear as their friend, in most cases, was held hostage by Voldemort. Dumbledore looked distraught, and seemed to be trying to think of a plan. Harry was glaring at Voldemort, oblivious to the threat of being murdered, he didn't care, he'd finally be with his family.
Suddenly a fire burst from one of the grates, and many aurors came tumbling out. Not taking any chances, Voldemort raised his wand and cried, "Avada Kedavra!" then dissaparated.
Everyone watched as the boy who lived fell to the ground in a heap, dead. "NO!" came many cries as Dumbledore rushed forward to the body.
TBWL
Harry felt weird, still terribly upset, but weird. Did he just die? It certainly didn't feel like it. And what was this place he was in? It seemed a bit like Kings Cross, Platform 9 ¾.
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