Chapter 1
The Fire and the Flame
Harry turned to see the Grand Entrance, packed with students, students from every house and year; this was except the Slytherins who had left. They were mingling around, talking, not just about the day's events but also about the latest gossip, some even were boasting of the fact that they knew Harry Potter personally, however this was not the case and most had never talked to him properly before.
As Harry started to walk down the marble steps, coloured grey, that sparkled in the candlelight and the chandelier that had chippings in half of its light bulbs from the avid fighting and the desperate battle between good and evil, Harry however wished this was the last, and only, time he would have to be in the heart of a battle between the two forces, however knowing him he knew it would happen again.
People facing the steps were now pointing to him, the drinks losing the attention being paid towards them, and stared in shock to see the presence that had made this day theirs. They all applauded, some whistled, they all were happy to see their new hero.
As they stepped aside Harry waved his hand to them. He was finally happy with the publicity that was around him, being back in the limelight of the wizard world he was happy. He stepped up to the grand wooden doors that had helped them defend the castle just an hour ago and swung them open, to reveal the crisp cool air that surrounded the medieval castle.
Outside the bodies had been removed. The dead had been named and a list of them were being made now, the tragedy that had been boiling for almost 17 years had erupted tonight, and as the westward wind blew the cradle fell. Voldemort had been defeated and Harry was joyous of it.
He headed off down the path to the Greenhouses. He suddenly remembered Neville, he had really helped them tonight, and he remembered the boy who had almost lost his frog on the train, who had an overcritical grandmother. Whose parents had died at the hands of Voldemort. He remembered the time that Moody had told him the Sprout thought high of him, however it was in fact Mr Crouch's son impersonating Moody.
Harry looked in one of the Houses. The greenery shone out, with the trees of all different colours, the leaves, the herbs. Professor Sprout had been a good teacher, but he would never have her as a teacher again, none of them as a teacher again.
He looked across the field. The lake really stood out, like that one red shirt in a cloud of blue. He started to sprint over to it, out of breathe by the time he got there, he just stared, gazing into the deep blue that illuminated the moon that had risen during the battle.
Glancing up at the stars he wondered if it had been this beautiful during the battle. It was times like these that he wished to count every single one of them, and upon each one wished that a dream would come true. However he knew there were too many, but the more he stared something seemed to fill him. A presence a fiery one, one that he hadn't felt since the first spell had erupted from his wand at the start of the battle, the first time he had met Dumbledore in person. It was weird that he had just remembered him.
Suddenly, without warning or thought, he turned and headed into the direction of the ominous trees in the background that made up the Forbidden Forest. It was ce5rtainly against his better judgement, and maybe it had been sparked by the elation of winning, the ecstasy of a victory, or was it something else, something he could not tell of or describe.
He passed Hagrid's Cabin, the shack where the groundskeeper, and giant, Hagrid had lived. He walked into the shadow that was formed by the intimidating trees that formed the most dangerous forest, one he had stepped into first in his first year, as punishment for walking the corridors of the castle at night.
He felt blood trickle down his arm from where the tree had scratched him and left in its place a red wound, yet he kept on going , the pain merely angering the flame inside him and making it stronger.
He climbed a wooden log, almost tripping up it when bouldering over it. He entered a clearing. On all sides the trees seemed to close in on him. He took a step closer in, looking down he saw a massive pile of dead leaves, shrubs and bushes. They seemed to come up to almost his knees, as he drew close to them they all of a sudden blew up into flames, causing fire to spread high up, his eyes were sparkling red as they clouded over him. Then without any reason to Dumbledore's face appeared through the flames, they formed his face, and within seconds it disappeared and the fire grew and grew.
"Aguamenti" A cry came from behind, as Harry felt the flame disappear with the fire. Ginny, Ron and Hermione all casted the spell, much to Harry's delight, they came up to him as the shrubs turned black and charred.
"What happened to you Harry?" Hermione said in her usual casual-sympathetic voice.
"I...I...I," He said trying to first think of the words which he could use to describe it before stuttering out the same word repeatedly, until he finally got it out of his mouth, "Something inside of me... it made me... then the bushes... and Dumbledore app..." Ron interrupted him in the usual loud and melodramatic way he always did when he heard something he couldn't believe.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore is dead." In a matter of fact tone he continued, "How could he appear?"
"I... I don't know"
Ok so my first fanfic.
Sorry if I drole on about past effects it was just to get you in the mood to be changed from that mood
Please review or I may not write more...
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