A Twist Of Fate...No Scratch That...Time!

Previously In Twist Of Fate...No Scratch That....Time!

"What is it?" an anxious and frightened Albus Dumbledore asked. He could see tears in Sirius' eyes, It had to be bad, the guy never cries, Dumbledore thought, preparing himself. "Well, Harry's... Harry's Dead, Dumbledore. I saw his body and Hermione – poor girl – has literally exhausted herself crying over him. I've never seen her so upset, but what's worse is that it was Ginny who killed him. She was trying to kill Hermione but Harry jumped in front of her and was hit by the curse instead," Sirius finished the tears now flowing freely down his cheeks. Dumbledore was also crying, something he rarely did – or rarely let anyone see any way – Harry's dead, he thought trying to get to grips with it.

"Okay Sirius, I will tell the Order of this. Thank you for your help, now go help Hermione and grieve over your loss like we all will," Dumbledore said his voice rough from his crying but he still sounded kind.

Sirius then ended the call and walked back upstairs, thinking about what had happened.

Chapter Nine – Without Him

Hermione was blank ever since Harry's death. She had put up a wall to stop any one getting close to her; for her mind was in a black abyss, nothing within it – there was nothing. She had lost the one person who meant everything to her: Harry. Her mind sieved through the last days trying to pick out good memories of Harry, but the bad memories made her cry. It was useless, she felt useless. For once in her life, she was out of her depth. Harry was the one thing she had wanted, she got him, and now she had lost him; not to another girl, but to death. She remembered back to when he informed her of his feelings.

"Please never, ever leave me, Hermione. I need you more than I ever realized before. If you wish to though, I won't stop you." He paused, thinking about what to say next, it had escaped his notice that he was crying. He was so embarrassed at trying to word his feelings that he didn't care anymore, "Hermione I don't know how to put this, so I'm just going to come right out with it. Hermione, I love you. I always have, I just never realized it. If you don't love me back, then-" he was cut off by Hermione pulling his head close enough for there lips to touch - for them to kiss. At that point in time, Sirius was just walking in.

She had loved him back. Yet he left her – she knew it wasn't by choice, it was to save her from death. The thing that baffled her was that Harry had died and not come back. Did not come back like Dumbledore had said – so Harry was not a horcrux. That means there was either another horcrux in a different object or Voldemort did not make one at all. It did not explain one thing: why was Harry's scar there?

Ginny sat down, shaking. She had killed the boy-who-lived. She wondered Will the dark lord be mad or happy that I, Ginerva Weasley, have killed Harry Potter, argh that sounds so bad! Tears rolled down her cheeks, Harry had loved Hermione so much that he died for her. Would he have done that for her? She doubted it. She was beginning to think that Harry and Hermione might be bonded, but that theory went out the window after Harry's death, as Hermione would have died too. Ginny took baby steps to the door, she was still physically and mentally shaking – unstable... dangerous – she dare not look Voldemort in the eye.

"My dear Ginny, although I am disappointed that I did not get the chance to kill Potter, I am glad he is gone. Know that I think you have proven yourself enough. I think you should take my mark," he said his eyes gleaming evilly. Ginny was too scared to say 'no' – or say anything at all. She nodded, still not looking up – terrified that he would be angry with her for being scared. Ironic she was scared of him yet she was in awe with him, she was stuck between two – no – three choices: To remain dark, to return to the light, or to be well almost grey... in between. I will never be accepted as light so that narrows my choices down, she thought.

"I will think about it my lord," she said before making a swift exit. Now she knew she couldn't return home, her family would be horrified with her, and what if Hermione was there? What have I done?! She went to a muggle cafe where they had music playing loudly; so no one would think of paying attention to her. As she arrived the song that was on caught her mind, as it reflected what she felt.

I found a picture of you, o-o-oh

You had hijacked my world at night

To a place in the past we've been passed out of, o-o-oh

No we're back in the fight

We're back on the train, yeah

O-oh, back on the chain gang

Circumstance beyond our control, o-o-oh

The phone, TV and the news of the world

Got in the house like a pigeon from Hell, o-o-oh

Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies

And put us back on the train, yeah

O-oh, back on the chain gang

The powers that be

That force us to live like we do

Bring me to my knees

When I see what they've done to you

Well, I'll die as I stand here today

Knowing that deep in my heart

They'll fall to ruin one day

For making us part

I found a picture of you, o-o-oh

Those were the happiest days of my life

Like a break in the battle was your part, o-o-oh

In the wretched life of a lonely heart

Now I'm back on the train, yeah

O-oh, back on the chain gang

She decided to pay one last visit to her family before she chose which way she would go. After arriving at the Burrow she walked to the window and saw the whole family – including Percy in tears. She ran knowing they would never accept her again; she made her choice. She would take her lords mark and hopefully, one day, would meet her family again. She sighed, As if they're going to want me again, I killed their saviour. The one who was supposed to kill the dark lord, and what made it worse, for me, was that I didn't even mean to. I was trying to kill his love.

Hermione still sat there, pondering on thoughts of Harry, letting the tears fall. She would remember him, the good things anyway. It hurt for her to think that she had lost her parents and her lover in a matter of days. 'Why?' her she kept asking herself, Sirius had learned that he was not going to get a answer out of her so he left her alone. She knew it was hard on him too, but she just did not want to talk. She knew he'd go find someone to talk to. A thought ran through her mind as she remembered, just before Harry had died.

Harry had a power that the dark lord knows not, Hermione wondered what it was. She sighed, knowing it was hopeless, Harry would have to fight Voldemort. "I wish I could go back and change this all so that Harry wouldn't have to". Wishing was no use now as it would not help herself or Harry.

She could go back and change it but she would need a time turner, It's useless all the time turners, we destroyed, She pondered over and over again on how she could change the past with out a time turner.

Harry was in a room. It was dark, his body was still. He knew he was not in heaven or hell because he could see a red light below him and a golden light above him, the golden light was getting closer as if a figure was walking closer. When the light got close enough he could see that it was two angels. One looked like him only with hazel eyes, yet the other had his emerald eyes and fiery red hair. He knew two people who fit these descriptions, "Mum, Dad?!" he asked shocked. Tears came to his eyes, he had two good memories of seeing his parents, but both were not in physical form. The first was in the Mirror of Erised, the second was from Priori Incantatum when both his and Voldemort's wands had made a fine golden line between them, this was different though.

"Yes, my dear Harry, we have looked over you for many years and we were ecstatic that we could go down and see you that one time. Now, we aren't here for a reunion," Lily Evans Potter, who Harry knew better as Mum, paused "You see, we are here to give you a second chance at life. You will have all of this life's memories to prepare yourself," although Harry was going back to Hermione, he was unhappy, he wanted to be with his parents.

"You'll see us sooner than you think, son," his dad said as if he was reading his mind.

"Bye dad... bye mum... I love you both," he said tearfully. He then choosing to go back and replay his life again.

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