Title: Alive Again
Alternate Title: A Story Where I See How Many Ways There Are To Kill Harry Potter
Summary: Harry Potter is cursed. He just can't seem to die properly. A non-chronological story told in bits and pieces. Rated T. No pairings.
Chapter 11: Time Travel
Harry watched from the edge of the Forbidden Forest as dementors swarmed around his past self and Sirius Black. He remembered dying and waking up unsettled and confused. This would be the perfect time to find out exactly what had happened after he had died.
A dementor hovered about his past self as it began to deliver a Kiss. He watched the soul be sucked out of his body. He scanned the rest of the area. Who had rescued them? He watched anxiously as the dementors targeted Sirius and moved to deliver a Kiss to him as well. That was not good. Sirius wasn't cursed like he was! Harry raised his wand.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A silver stag rushed forward driving the dementors away and he rushed forward. Sirius was unconscious, but alive. The dementors had been unable to take his soul.
He then turned to his body surprised to find his past self sprawled on the ground, skin pale, eyes unfocused, and breathing very shallowly. He hadn't died? Harry cautiously moved towards his past self and knelt beside him. He waved a hand in front of the vacant eyes, hoping for a response. He received none. He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry and his heart pounding anxiously. He had received a dementor's kiss.
The disconcerting feeling he had experienced when he had awoken after being rescued made a lot more sense. If he hadn't died and instead his soul had been sucked out by a dementor, then how was he alive now? He did like the potential answers that were coming to mind.
He grasped his wand more firmly in his hand as he raised it to point it at his past self. Recalling the blood he had woken up covered in, he knew what he would have to do. He would have preferred to used something cleaner, but there was no way that he'd ever be able to perform something like the killing curse. The only thing he was capable of at his current level of education in magic that wouldn't cause too much of a mess was a simple severing charm. He directed his wand towards his past self's throat.
"Diffindo."