Back to more Smitten Perciness and Undying Harriness!
Oh, also, the Darkness Warriors will be back!
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Harry's POV
So, after everything I've been through, I have drawn a conclusion.
Death just doesn't like me.
I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in my Divitio bedroom, on the floating platform above the abyss. Candles glowing with brilliant green fire were lit around me.
At first I was like "Whaaaaa?"
Then I remembered that everyone thinks I'm dead. I also realized how much hanging around Percy has influenced me to talk like him ("Like whaaaa?").
Percy. His grief stricken face flashed in my vision, and I remembered that he was the reason I'm still alive (Though I'm not entirely sure that was a good thing). I had to find him.
I stood up from the bed and found myself still in my bloody battle clothes. Blimey, Celex and Zaf were right about not worrying for neat clothes. My wounds were still there, though... fresh and bloody.
I walked onto the moving platform and willed it to move to the door. I slowly walked off and boarded the elevator. I wondered briefly about where everyone would be, but then I just clicked ground, hoping they would be outside.
As I stepped off the elevator, I heard voices outside. FAMILIAR voices. Familiar... Hermione and Ron voices.
"I just... He died for us, Ronald," Hermione said silently.
"I know," Ron replied, matching her sorrowful tone. "I can't believe he's gone. It was bad enough seeing him splayed out on the ground at Voldemort's feet. At least... at least there was no blood."
I smiled a little. Ron finally built up the courage to say "Voldemort."
I walked out and enjoyed the scene before me. A thousand fresh green trees, a flowery meadow by a sunlit beach with cloudless skies... and nine shocked and disbelieving faces.
"Alright, everybody?" I asked in a gleeful, carefree manner. As if I didn't just come back from the dead. As if I never died. As if I wasn't standing there in ripped and bloody clothes.
"Merlin's beard," Hermione gasped.
"You all see him, too right?" Neville asked, scratching his head.
"Either Harry is standing in front of us," Luna said in her lost-in-a-dream voice, "Or I've really gone loony like everyone says."
"Harry," Ginny approached slowly. "How?"
Ginny was almost beside me when a pair of soft arms squished the newly refurbished life out of me and my vision was obscured by a wave of caramel hair.
"Nice to see you, too, Ellie," I mumbled into her hair. It was great to feel her arms around me. She slowly let go and beamed up at me.
Glad that I could see again, Hermione attacked next and all I saw was a bushy brown forest. Then she let go and walked back a few steps, smiling.
Ron approached next and gripped my hand in a manhug sort of way. One question sparkled in all their eyes. Grover was the one who put it into words. Well... partly.
"Not that I'm not happy about this," he said. "But Harry... how in the-?"
I smiled at all of them and explained as best as I could.
"Well, I couldn't die," I said with a shrug. "Again. It was Old Magic. Again. It was love. Again. My father, James, told me that everyone was willing to give up for me, just like my mother did. It was enough to save my life. Again... Thanks, guys."
The next thing I know, I was trapped in the center of a tight group hug. It was a storm of red hair, bushy brown hair, wavy caramel hair, and long blonde hair.
When everyone broke free, I realized one thing.
"Hey, where's Percy?" I asked.
"He... he ran away," Annabeth murmured almost inaudibly. "He thought you were dead. He just... he's gone, we can't find him anywhere."
"He kept saying it was wrong to kill you," Delian said, his voice even softer than Annabeth's. He was looking at the ground. "Even though it was the only way. I guess he just couldn't accept it."
Then, Delian slowly lifted his chin to look at me. "Dude, I'm so, so, so sorry. I mean, you know. For... uh, killing you. That sounds so wrong. It is wrong. I just apologized for killing you, but you're right there and I just-"
"Don't worry," I smiled at his rapid word flow. Delian was normally a very composed guy. "At least everything's okay now. Other than finding Percy, our lives are finally going to be normal again.
Unfortunately, I was Harry Potter. And nothing normal ever happens to Harry Potter.
Percy's POV
Fierra lived in a gigantic palace made of ruby red stone.
"This is your place?" I asked with my mouth hanging open. "Whoa. Do you live here alone?"
Fierra nodded a little and sighed. "My father died a few days ago. He meant so much to me, but of course, he had to go. He couldn't live forever."
I nodded and took her hand as we entered the biggest room in the palace. There was a throne at the end of a long table. The table was enough to feed a whole army... of Darkness Warriors.
I shook my head and tried to clear my head of anything that reminded me of the battle.
"I'm so sorry about your father," I said to Fierra, who sat at the right hand side of the throne and gestured for me to sit across from her. "A friend of mine died recently too."
Obviously, I wasn't very good at clearing my thoughts of the war.
"It wasn't your fault," Fierra said, placing her hand on mine in a consoling gesture.
Uh, actually, it sort of was. But I wasn't going to tell her THAT.
"Servant," Fierra called in her sugary voice, and a tall, tan man came in. Upon closer inspection, I realized he had no irises. "Serve us breakfast, will you?"
The servant nodded and walked out of the room like a soldier marching to battle. I made a mental note to ask her more about the servants, but for now, I might as well stuff my face.
The food was unnaturally delicious, and the scent wafted through the room, as if the food was begging to be consumed. I ate and chewed and swallowed and drank and nearly choked and drank some more and ate and chewed and... well, you get the idea.
"So, tell me about your... friend," Fierra said airily. As if it was nothing.
"That's... really something I don't want to talk about," I muttered with a spoon of stew hanging in mid-air. "It's a rather... touchy subject."
Fierra nodded, but kept on pushing, ever so gently. "I understand," she cooed. "I know how it feels. But the feeling isn't going to go away if you keep it bottled up. Let it out. I'll be patient."
I looked into her eyes, and I just couldn't help it... She was so...
"His name was Harry," I mumbled breathlessly. "He was a brave man. The bravest man I've ever known. He was skilled and powerful... but he..."
My voice trailed off and I stared down at my empty plate, shaking my head, scrunching my eyes close and pinching the bridge of my nose. It felt awful to even think of Harry.
"Yes?" Fierra prompted slowly. She seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. It made me feel... important.
"He had to die," I said softly. "He died to save all the worlds... He died for the greater good... I feel like it was my fault, and... well, it sort of was. It's just so wrong."
Fierra patted my arm symphatetically and I looked up. Her eyes were filled with compassion, but something else was lingering in those deep orbs...
Something that looked like... satisfaction.
Why did I suddenly feel worn out?
Harry's POV
I wonder what it's like to have a peaceful life.
"Master," Celex and Zaf chorused, bowing deeply, painfully reminding me of Dobby.
"I'm not your master anymore, remember? I died," I said, approaching them. It was very kind of the Darkness Warriors to offer their services in finding Percy.
"We will be honored to serve under you again," Zaf said, straightening up along with Celex.
"But I thought you guys wanted freedom?"
"Oh, we did," Celex waved it away. "But to be honest, being masterless is boring. We just sit around in Zalphia all day, nothing to do. At least if we had a master, there was someone to play Cheese with."
"Chess," I corrected with a chuckle. "Now, can you split up all the Warriors? Try to search all through the island, leave no pebble untouched. Er, that wasn't literal, by the way."
"We will do our best," Zaf said, and with a WHOOOOOSH, the Lead DW's were gone and I was left in the chilly night air.
I walked slowly back to our improvised campsite. We've been searching Divitio for days now, but Percy was nowhere to be seen. All my wounds were now healing, thanks to Hermione's spells and potions.
Settling down with all the others, I told them about the news of the DW's. Everyone looked slightly happier at this, but all our faces expressed the same thing...
Percy, where the bloody hell are you?
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Has anybody figured out Fierra yet?
By the highway, who wants more Darkness Warriors in the story? I DO! Haha. They make me ROFLSHVUAKOMAISL. (Roll on the floor laughing so hard Voldemort uses Avada Kedavra on me and I still live). Okay, that was an exaj.
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