A/N: That was embarassing. In edited last, night, I accidently cut out the explaination to why Harry had to die.
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The Rise and Fall of Harry Potter and the Wizards From Mars
Chapter XI: Rock 'N' Roll Suicide
Harry woke up the next morning with a clear head, and, for the first time in weeks, it was going to stay that way. He didn't want to be out of it today.
He was surprised, but grateful, when looked over and saw Tonks next to him.
"Goodbye, love," he said, as he slid out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping lover.
After leaving the bed room, he locked the door and charmed it so no sound could reach Tonks' ears.
He wasn't as quiet now, thinking he was alone. So he was surprised when he saw Seamus waking up on his couch.
"Hey Harry-"
Harry didn't let him finish. He cast the full-body bind on Seamus, and, for good measure, on the rest of his band.
"Can't have you interfering. If you'll excuse me, I have to preform this ritual to preform."
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Seamus couldn't move for what seemed like hours, but that didn't stop him from trying. He didn't know how strong Harry's spell was so he didn't know how long he would have to lay there.
He at given up trying to move, but started up again when he heard Harry leave the flat. After a while, he gave up and just stared at the ceiling.
He blinked.
...He blinked?
Without pausing to think, and with a Herculean effort, Seamus got up and ran to the bed room door. It was locked. Not bothering with magic, he broke the door down with his shoulder.
"Tonks! Get up now. Harry's gone!"
In a flash, the metamorphamagus was on her feet.
"Where'd he go?!"
"I don't know. He put me in a full-body bind and said something about a ritual. If we don't find him soon, the aurors'll get there first."
"Don't you think I know that?! Go, you three get as much help as possible. I'll try and find out where he went. Get back a fast as you can!"
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Once on the street, Harry lit a cigarette. He hadn't realized he still had a pack. He was also surprised to find that he still had the cheap guitar he bought when he was first started out. He was glad, though. He didn't want to have anything to do with his damn electric guitar.
It would have been easy to apparate to his destination, but Harry wanted to make sure he was seen. Besides, how long had it been since he had gone for a walk instead of apparating?
As he took a draw on his cigarette, he thought, Tonks right of course, I am addicted. I just switched from one addiction to another.
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Tonks rushed around her flat, hoping on hope that Harry left some clue as to where he was and that she'd find it before her friends came back.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a piece of parchment on the kitchen table.
Dear Tonks,
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The Minister of Magic had declared a code red emergency. Every ministry employee was called in and working on cleaning up the mess "that damned Potter boy" had caused. The minister had still not given up hope that this could all be hidden from the muggles.
Meanwhile, the busiest department was by far the aurors. Head Auror Shacklebolt had ordered scouts to Tonks' flat, but they returned saying they couldn't find it. Suspecting the Fidelius charm, Shacklebolt had tried to contact Bill Weasley, a curse breaker, for help. Weasley had been "unavailable" for several hours, and the Head Auror was certain (and he was right) that he was stalling to give Potter as much time as possible. He could have found another curse breaker, but he wanted the best he could find. He wasn't about to give Potter more opportunity.
Until then he sent low-level aurors to stake out the area that Potter was know to be, with strict orders to not engage. Potter was clearly unhinged and possibly dangerous, especially with a rogue auror on his side. No, Shacklebolt was not going after Harry until he could send every auror after him.
With nothing else to do but wait, Shacklebolt retired to his office and wondered how such a nice boy like Potter had gone so far off the deep end.
"Sir," an auror named Dawlish said as he burst through the office door, "Potter's been sited!"
"What! Where?"
"In London, sir."
"Right. Assemble the troops and prepare them for battle."
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There is, in London, a small park and Harry enjoyed going there when he was still just Harry.
He had been ignoring looks he got from the people in streets all the way there and continued to do so as he found an empty bench, sat down and started playing his guitar. It was simple song that came to him in a dream the night before, and he didn't think it would be very good. But it would have to do.
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.
You pull on finger, then another finger, then your cigarette.
The wall to wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget.
Oh, oh, oh, oh you're rock 'n' roll suicide.
People were whispering about the singer before them, and Harry could see crowds forming on either side of him.
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it.
And the clock waits so patiently on your song.
You walk past the café, but you don't eat when you've lived too long.
Oh no, no, no you're a rock 'n' rollsuicide.
To the left of him, an angry mob of muggles came towards him. To the right, wizards, probably aurors, advanced. Harry noticed that weren't even trying to hide from the muggles. They wore their robes and the carried their wands in front of them. Apparently, he had negated the need for secrecy.
Chev breaks are snarling as you stumble across the road.
But the day breaks instead, so you hurry home.
Don't let the sun blast your shadow.
Don't let the milk floats drive your mind.
They're so natural- religiously unkind.
Harry had no intention of stopping. They were going to do whatever they were going to do him, but he wasn't going to give them satisfaction of knowing they scared him.
He said, not to anyone in particular, "I don't want to die alone."
"Oh love, you're not alone."
Harry looked around frantically, hope he was hearing things. He wasn't. Several people, including Tonks, fell out of the sky, all clutching one of Tonks his pillow. Harry hadn't count on anyone figuring out where he was going. He also didn't think they'd make a portkey to get to him.
"Are you INSANE?! Get out of here! This is something I've got to do."
They didn't listen, of course. Vernon, Dudley and Jackie and Dudley's gang ran to fight the muggles, while Ron, Seamus, Neville and Professor Moody held off the aurors.
The only one who didn't join the fight was Tonks, who was trying to turn the pillow into another portkey.
"Did you think we'd abandon you?"
"I hoped you would. I've caused enough trouble. There's no need for the rest of you to suffer."
"Wewantto help," was all she said.
Tonks signaled to the others that the portkey was ready, and they allowed themselves to be pushed back. Except for Jackie, who was beating muggles off with a golf club. She eventually had to be pulled off. Tonks grabbed Harry's hand, and forced it to the pillow. As they took off, the all heard a gun shot in the distance.
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They touched down just outside of Hogwarts, a much more defensible position. By the time the ministry had forced their way in, they'd be long gone.
The group, panting and grinning, looked at Harry. There grins turned to expressions of horror. Harry was clutching his stomach and his face betrayed his pain. He had been shot.
Ron and Seamus carried him as they ran to the hospital wing.
Neville ran ahead to get Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, ready.
But once there, Harry refused to let her heal him.
"You come near me, and I'll hex you into oblivion!"
"Harry," Tonks chided, "she's trying to help!"
"You don't understand. I was wrong. All this time, I was wrong. I thought world peace would save the world. But all I was doing was wasting time. Well, I've made it right. But you're to live, I have to die."
"Oh, Harry! You don't have to die. You've just got your head all tangled up. A few days rest, and you'll be alright. You'll see," she said, trying to convince Harry, or rather herself.
"No, Tonks. Dumbledore told me years ago. I just didn't want to believe it. That time I went to see him after our concert? He told me that save the earth, someone would have to die. Like Voldemort, only different, because they had to want to save it, not to kill it."
Between sob, Tonks said, "there's something I should have told you before. Harry, I'm pregnant. We' have little Harry jr. on the way. So you see," she pleaded, "you have to live."
Harry didn't say anything to this. There was really nothing he could say. Now he had another reason to die. But there was something he needed to do first.
"Professor, can you perform a quick hand-fasting ceremony? Don't want you to be stuck with Nymphadora as a name, do we Tonks," he said with a brave attempt at a smile.
Crying, Tonks held Harry's hand as Professor Moody performed the ritual. They said their vows and sealed it with a kiss.
"I love you, Harry Potter."
"I love you, Tonks Potter."
And then he died.
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Seven Years Later
Tonks Potter kneeled before the grave of her fallen husband. As her daughter, Daria Potter, played quietly, she read the notes that people had left for him. She sadly smiled as she read what people said about her Harry.
I wondered what his parents were like, she thought. I never met them, but he always talked about them. They should be proud of their brave son. Fighting in the war and dying for us. Oh God, I miss him
After Harry's death, Tonks and Harry's friends and family had a hard time deciding what epitaph should be put on his grave stone. "Rock 'N' Roll Suicide" had been suggested, as had "Starman" and "Religiously Unkind" (as a joke). In the end Tonks decided on "He's told us not to blow it, 'cause he knows it's all worthwhile."
They had a quiet funeral and laid him to rest next to his parents and Remus Lupin. They buried him with his hat inside out and both his guitar and his wand snapped in two. A true hero's funeral.
With the money Harry left her, Tonks bought a small cottage in the country where she and her daughter could live in peace. She rarely left their home, and only to go shopping or to visit Harry. And when she did leave, she always disguised herself, so people wouldn't bother her or Daria.
"Tell me dad, Mum," Daria asked when they got home.
Tonks sighed. Her daughter had never asked about Harry before. But she couldn't put it off any longer. Tonks went to find her photo album. When she found it, she came back and sat down on the couch with her daughter.
"Your dad was a brave man. He fought and killed Tom Riddle, the darkest wizard who ever lived."
"Did Tom Riddle kill dad, too?"
"No, he died saving us from Tom Riddle's last curse. It was sad to because we, his family, his friend and I, had just fought ministry and thought we had saved him."
"Didn't the ministry like dad?"
"Not at that time. He was the one who told the muggles about wizards. They wanted to throw him in jail. Of course, when they realized he had saved them, they forgave him and the rest of us. It was too late though. There, here's a picture."
She showed Daria a picture of Harry and the band just after their first concert. The picture of Harry was laughing and waving at his wife and kid.
"I like him. He has a nice face."
"Yes, yes he did. And you know what? He'd have been so proud of you."
"Now, go out and play, while I make dinner."
As she cooked dinner, Tonks, thought, as she often did, she must be going mad. Harry was dead, but sometimes she thought she could almost hear his voice, see his smile, feel his arms around her.
I love you, Harry Potter.
The End
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A/N: There is it is. That's the end. I hope you all enjoyed this, because I had a lot of fun writing
this.
Oh, in case it wasn't clear (because Tonks had to simplify the story for Daria), Harry died five years to the day of Voldemort's death, meaning he died the day the earth was supposed to. Tonks and the rest who fought the ministry were pardoned by the minister realized this.
Ironically, this December 21, 2007. If the Mayan prophecy is to be believed, we have five years exactly til the world ends...
Spedclass- Thank you again for all your reviews.
Ranger Dragen- Thank you for reviewing. And sorry for misleading you bit when I answered your last question.
Maxmilian- Thank you as well. And congratulations for guessing that Tonks was pregnant. To answer your question, where was addicted to the potion that Seamus first gave him in Moonage Daydream. It was sort of a wizard drug.
As for future projects, I have few I'm thinking about, some are Harry/Tonks, some aren't. One is a companion piece to this story, but it may not happen. But so far, they all have happier endings than this one.
So if your interested, keep your 'lectric eyes on me. ;)
Dr. Shadow
