The Last Battle – Chapter 2: Hidden Depression
Note – We made a character up in this chapter called Gracobs, one of the Death Eater. =D
The next day, Harry opened his eyes very gently, looked at the roof, slightly turned to the left and found himself in a small, untidy cavern which was Hagrid's lovely house. He saw 3 of his friends gathering around him, Luna, Hermione and Neville. His head still had a bit of pain but didn't want to trouble his friends again. He tried touching his scar smoothly, the ache was gone but his memory felt a bit vague.
"Harry? Can you hear us?" Hermione asked with a depressed smile and delicately sat next to Harry wearing a black dress. Neville got Harry's back helping him to get up and Luna gave him his glasses and a cup of water.
"AH, THAT'S MY BOY, how you feeling?" Hagrid spanked Harry's back while he was in the middle of drinking and ended up choking. Harry looked up grinning and half confused not knowing what had happened.
"Harry, what happened to you? After you came to all of us, you just saw…" Hermione stopped, took a deep breath in, she didn't want Harry to think about Fred's death again after all this and she continued "Um I mean, the next minute you were on the floor in an abysmal pain"
"I don't know – after I killed Voldemort enduringly, I came to you and abruptly my scar was aching, I couldn't tolerate the pain and then… I don't know what happened" Harry was thinking hard to remember what was happening but nothing came to his mind.
"So you finally killed Tom Marvolo Riddle at last!" Hermione's mood got slightly gratified that her friend won't have to face Voldemort anymore. Harry grinned at Hermione and suddenly he realized that everyone including Hagrid is wearing black outfits.
"Why are all of you wearing black today? Any special occasion?" Harry asked suspiciously completely forgetting about Fred's death. Hermione and Hagrid were gesturing at Luna and Neville not to tell him anything about it.
"It's Fred's funeral today. You forgot?" Neville just revealed the truth unknowingly. The girls and Hagrid just gazed at Neville to give a sign of what he just said. Neville nervously looked down, trying not to give any eye contact to Luna, Hermione and Hagrid. As soon as Harry remembered about Fred's death, he quickly ran to the Weasley House with tears dropping. Hermione tried to stop him but he kept going and went along with him. When Harry arrived there, he saw the Weasley family bursting of soreness, everybody so dreadful and full of teardrops. Harry marched in slow motion in a shock state, he saw Ginny running up to him and hugged him. She was completely broken. Harry could hear her heartbeat resting on his heart.
"It's my fault again… I shouldn't have bought you guys with me. I CAUSED ANOTHER DEATH!" Harry yelled and dropped on the floor shamefully and with regardless. His tears were unstoppable and his grief was too potent.
Meanwhile...
"Seriously! By now we would've had a devious plan to get revenge on that Potter head, but NOO everyone decides to come late!" Yelled Bellatrix who was incredibly annoyed.
"Relax Bella. We will see what their pathetic excuses are and decide whether we should-" Just at that moment where Voldemort was patiently talking until he got interrupted as someone knocked at the door.
"Ah, they might have arrived at last… Come IN!" Voldemort was just passionately waiting for their pathetic excuse for coming late.
"Good evening My Lord." At that moment Lucious Malfoy, his wife Narcissa Malfoy and their son Draco entered the gloomy, quiet, chilling cave.
"I - ouch" Lucious began to speak, but was stopped by Narcissa, who nudged him in the stomach.
"I mean we..." He continued bitterly. "Apologise for our lateness. We were...on our way somewhere...and had no idea about this...unusual meeting..."
"Well, well Lucious. You're lucky your son is helping us with our plan to plot revenge on Potter. Otherwise who'd knew what I had done to you..." Lucrious had no idea what Voldemort meant by that but pretended he understood everything.
Lucious gulped as he took a seat next to his wife. As more and more death eaters entered, apologising giving their lame excuses, Voldemort threatened them saying he will have to do permanent damage to them if they thought about disobeying him again. Time passed by, threats continued until the last death eater had come...
"Ahh Gracobs. Where have you been on this fine day?" Voldemort sarcastically asked Gracobs.
"Nowhere Master. Just walking around this...horrendous looking cave..." The strange blonde death eater replied sourly. Voldemort couldn't take anymore of imprudent excuses as this was such an important meeting for him. He started to let his temper out.
"You knew about this meeting and still decided to turn up late you pathetic ungrateful foolish idiot!" Voldemort asked angrily, raising his voice. Silence occurred. Everyone watching waited for Gracobs to answer back.
"Yes Master. I did decide to come late. And why? Because you've always neglected me. You try to control ALL OUR LIVES!" He outraged in fury.
At that moment Voldemort stood up, knocking his chair onto the ground. He walked up to the devious death eater, pointing his powerful wand at Gracob's throat.
"No one...NO ONE speaks to me like that...Good bye you devious little fool..." Voldemort whispered, followed by a death curse. All of a sudden balls of ashes were falling from Gracob's face. His arms were slowly disappearing while his legs were fading away. The other death eaters watched as Gracob's body vanished.
Voldemort grinned at his success and turned to face the other petrified death eaters.
"Hmm...If anyone else would like join him in the...after world...please...speak now..." He looked from right to left and nodded his head. Everyone stared at him in silence.
"Ah...that's good...very good...now time for our plan..."
