Darkness Consuming
Written by Flashfire Freak
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter universe, otherwise I wouldn't be attending university to get a better education for a job.
Author note: Warning! This is a depressing fanfiction. Do not read unless you're ready to cry.
It had been a long and tiring war. Harry was tired, but of course, who wasn't? During the war, many friends had been killed. Sirius, Hedwig, Remus, Tonks, to name a few. All in the name of helping him finish Voldemort.
Shortly after the finishing of the battle, he had helped rebuild Hogwarts, although he was always a little way away from everyone else. After the castle had been finished, and congratulatory meal completed, Harry had disappeared from society. His friends appear at Number 12 Grimmauld Place every day or two, looking for him, but alas Kreacher simply stated that Harry was unavailable at that moment.
Being content to sit in a dark room day in and day out didn't help Harry and his wellbeing. Taking a deep breath, Harry returned to his brooding when the sounds of shouting erupted from the nearby door to the stairwell.
"Where is he?! I must see him!" exclaimed a female voice.
"Master Harry is busy, miss." croaked Kreacher.
"But no one has seen or heard from him in six months, Kreacher. Six months!" retorted the female voice.
Cocking his head to the side, Harry thought so I've been brooding for six months? Doesn't seem that long, but I suppose with Kreacher providing me with meals and the likes, it should be expected.
"Master Harry is fine, miss. Now leave."
Harry goes back to his brooding for just a few moments when the muffled sound of explosions is heard.
"What you be doing to Master Harry's house?" queried Kreacher.
"I must find him, with or without your help it seems." shouted the clearly irate female voice.
A few moments later, light flooded the room, and at the top of the stairwell a silhouette stood, not at the height of a house-elf, but of human height. Harry squinted at the figure, and the next moment revealed fiery red hair all around him.
"Oh Harry! What have you done to yourself?" queried the female voice, which sounded increasingly familiar.
Having not spoken in such a long time, perhaps months even, Harry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. After a few tries, the female being turned to the nearby Kreacher and yelled, "You said Harry was fine. But he can't even speak any more. And he is dreadfully thin. What have you done to my Harry?!" exclaimed the female voice, increasing in both volume and concern.
Where have I heard that voice before? Hermione? No, not her…
"Master Harry being telling me to leave him in peace, miss." replied Kreacher.
"But he's clearly unwell. Why haven't you helped him?" shouted the female voice, with sadness leeching in with her clearly visible anger.
Cho? No, not her either.
"Master Harry told me to leave him alone, miss. Kreacher follow master's orders." replied Kreacher.
The owner of the female voice turned and faced Harry, and he looked into the brown eyes framed by fiery red hair, and saw for the first time in six months and the last time, Ginny.
Harry opened his mouth, and whispered, "Ginny…", managing to move his hand enough to touch her cheek, before Ginny interrupted, "Hold on Harry, I'll get you to St. Mungos."
Harry shook his head, before smiling one last time, before the life left him completely, darkness consuming him, and naught but a limp form in Ginny's hands. Having felt the life leave the love of her life, Ginny bawled all over Harry's cooling corpse.
Author note: Life was stressing me out, and I was saddened by a few things. This one chapter story was born of that, and I doubt that this will occur very often.