Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 15 What happened to Harry?
(A.N. Let me see, where was I. Oh yes! Harry had just gotten stabbed and you were all waiting anxiously to see if he would live or not. Well, I'll tell you. No he won't live. I'M ONLY JOKING!! Maybe. I will tell you that at least one of the people who reviewed my last story was correct)
James and Lucius walked out of the room, not looking back to see what happened to Harry. Harry lay on his bed and bled and bled and bled. There was nothing anyone could do, he had lost too much blood and his lung was damaged beyond repair. Within a minute he was dead.
"YOU KILLED HIM!" Voldemort cried gleefully. "I can't believe it! At last my greatest enemy is DEAD!" Voldemort started to laugh insanely, the Death Eaters joined in. Lucius was smiling widely, James was looking uncomfortable, but he gave a weak smile anyway. Voldemort, however stopped laughing suddenly.
"Wait," Voldemort said. "How do I know you killed him. For all I know you might be lying."
"My lord, I saw it with my own eyes," Lucius said, stepping forward. "Potter was stabbed in the left lung. We practically saw him die."
"What do you mean practically?" Voldemort snapped, "Are you saying that you weren't actually there when he died?"
"Well, no not exactly my lo-"
"You mean he could still be alive!"
"No my lord! The wound had to be fatal!"
"Crucio." Lucius was instantly doubled up in pain, screaming at the top of his lungs. Voldemort flicked his wand once and the spell came off.
"You know as well as I do that that idiot Dumbledore could be helping him right as we speak. I want you to find out for sure that he's dead. And if you do not bring me good news, both of you will be punished greatly." Voldemort said softly.
"Yes my lord," gasped Lucius.
"That goes for you too Potter," Voldemort snapped.
James nodded, even though he hadn't been paying attention.
"I will be waiting to hear from both of you tomorrow at midnight," Voldemort said, "You may go." Lucius got slowly to his feet and swept out the door, a few seconds later James followed.
Early that morning, at around 3 or 4, James and Lucius had arrived back up at the castle. They crept silently down the dark corridors, ignoring the paintings that whispered as they passed. Within minutes they were back up at the Fat Lady's painting.
"Password?" She squawked sleepily. James gave the password and the door opened silently. Lucius followed James up to the boy's dorm where Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus were still sleeping soundly. Harry's mangled body was still lying on the bed. There was a pool of blood around him and his face was paler than usual. His eyes were closed and his chest was still.
"Okay, he's dead," James said, turning around. Before he even took a step Lucius put a hand on his shoulder.
"Check," Lucius demanded. James looked down at the body and slowly walked over to the side of the bed. He extended two fingers and put them on the left side of Harry's cold clammy neck, to see if he had a pulse.
"He's dead," James said again, pulling back his fingers instantly. He swept out of the room with Lucius jogging after him.
But there was something that James or Lucius never noticed. While the other boys in the room slept soundly, not noticing that their friend had been stabbed to death (they're all very sound sleepers) one boy had been wide awake, watching from the shadows in a corner of the room. Harry stepped out from the shadows and looked down at his duplicate, lying on the bed, dead.
"Jeez," Harry mumbled, looking at his duplicates mangled flesh and he noticed that he
(The one that's still alive) was trembling from head to foot. He took out his wand and whispered, "Deletrius."
The duplicate vanished, blood and all. Harry didn't feel like going to sleep after witnessing his own death. To tell you the truth he felt more like puking, but he didn't (whew!) Instead he went back down to the common room. He had watched the whole ordeal from the corner. He was even there when James and Lucius came back to check to make sure he was dead.
Harry put his head in his hands and thought hard. He thought that James had some decency, but James had proved him wrong by killing Harry, or rather killing his duplicate.
Harry drummed his fingers on his forehead for a minute. There was probably nothing he could do about his own father being a Death Eater, he would just have to go around like normal, pretending that both of his parents were dead instead of just one. Harry sighed and went back up to his dorm. The other boys were still sleeping, Neville was snoring loudly. Harry looked around the dark room once before climbing into his bed. Within minutes he was sleeping fitfully.
"Hey Harry, pass the butter will ya'," Ron said the next morning at breakfast. It was a dreary Thursday, the ceiling was gray with clouds.
"What have we got today?" Harry asked, passing the butter to Ron.
"Care of Magical Creatures in the afternoon," Hermione said immediately. "But this morning we have Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Ron groaned.
"I wonder what Professor Ralon is going to do to us today," Ron said.
"Well, I hope nothing too (yawn) drastic," Harry said, "Perhaps he's just going to make us battle against our worst enemies."
"Or make us fight against your worst enemy," Ron said, "I can't believe he actually killed that guy at our last lesson."
"The really scary part about that was when the man came back to life and tried to light Neville on fire," Hermione said, shivering.
"Well, we'll just have to be extra careful, and if you see any mad-ax men waiting inside the classroom tell us and we'll skip class." Harry said.
Hermione looked horrified.
"I was kidding," Harry said.
When they made there way down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom they noticed all of the sixth years waiting outside, even the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins.
"What's going on?" Ron asked Justin Finch-Fletchley, who was standing around with the rest of the Hufflepuffs.
"No idea," Justin said, shrugging, "Professor Ralon probably made a mistake, signing all of the sixth years up for the same time."
"I don't know, he's probably going to spring a surprise attack on us at any moment," Harry said, looking around nervously.
All of a sudden Professor Ralon came bustling around the corner, pulling along a man in a dark cloak. A Death Eater.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" Snapped Professor Ralon, "Get inside the classroom so we can begin our presentation." Everyone was too busy looking at the Death Eater to follow Ralon's orders.
"IN!" Professor Ralon bellowed.
Everyone scrambled into the classroom, which had been emptied of desks and chairs.
"All right," Professor Ralon said, "As most of you know, this is a Death Eater. He was caught spying on a group of bystanders. Well I brought him here to show you how difficult it is to fight me, even if you are trained by the Dark Lord himself." The Death Eater snorted.
Professor Ralon looked over at the Death Eater.
"Find that funny do you," Ralon snapped, "Well, we'll see how funny you find it after I'm done with you." With a flick of his wand the ropes binding the Death Eater fell to the floor. Nearly all of the students fell to the ground and covered their heads. The Death Eater pulled out his wand.
Professor Ralon bowed, so did the Death Eater. Professor Ralon waved his arms like windmills and before he could even say the spell the Death Eater had hit him with the Leg-Locker curse as well as the Arm-Locker curse. Professor Ralon fell to the ground, only his face could move. The Death Eater looked down at him and shook his head. Then the Death Eater turned on his heel and went for the door.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" Bellowed Professor Ralon angrily, "COME BACK AND FIGHT! COWARD!" The Death Eater stopped and turned back around, he pointed his wand at Ralon and muttered, "Crucio." Professor Ralon started to yell hysterically. The Death Eater took the spell off of him and looked around the room. His eyes landed on Harry and he gasped softly. Without another word he swept out of the room. He went strait to the place where his master was at.
"He's not dead," Said Voldemort softly, "Potter and Malfoy assured me that he was dead. They even went back and checked."
"My lord, I would not lie to you," Nott said. "I saw Potter with my own eyes. He was fully alive and he didn't even seem to be stabbed at all."
Voldemort stared at the fire for a moment. In a cold voice he said, "Get me Potter and Malfoy, I need to speak with them."