Harry Potter and the Duplaticus Curse
Chapter 17 The Aftermath
(A.N. I know, I know, James isn't acting really smart when it involves killing someone, especially Harry. But did anyone think
that perhaps he's being stupid on purpose? Hmmm… that adds a new twist doesn't it. Anyway, maybe it's true, maybe it's not. You'll just have to read and find out! J MalenaJ )
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody, do I?
When the four remaining people on the Gryffindor Quidditch team entered the Hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey ran up to them, muttering dark comments under her breath.
"I told him playing Quidditch was dangerous, but did he listen! No…" Harry heard Madame Pomfrey mutter. Madame Pomfrey wrapped them all in towels and put their brooms against the wall (she also took the snitch from Harry's hand where he still held it) while she examined all of them for frostbite or hypothermia. It turns out that all of them had light cases of frostbite from the wind and. Madame Pomfrey gave them all Pepperup potion and told them to sit on the hospital beds until the smoking stopped.
While all three of them sat on the beds, with smoke pouring out of their ears, someone else was blowing off steam.
"He's still not dead!" Lucius cried angrily, "He is still alive!"
"Well Lucius, if you're not dead, you usually are alive," James said coolly. He was sitting on a dusty chair in the Shrieking Shack, pealing an orange, otherwise known as his dinner.
"Yeah, but how?" Lucius asked himself, "That blizzard was supposed to be fall proof, Potter was supposed to be a block of ice! How did he survive?"
James shrugged and went on peeling his orange. Suddenly Lucius got an angry look on his face.
"I think you somehow messed up the plan Potter," Lucius spat, "After all, you are the boy's father. Perhaps you're messing up on purpose, just to keep your son alive."
James glared up at Lucius.
"What in the world are you talking about," James snapped, "That boy is the reason Voldemort fell, he's the reason I was in hiding for 15 years! Potter-"
"-Is your son," Lucius finished the sentence for him, "And I have a feeling you're mad at him just because he survived Avada Kedavra and your wife didn't."
Before Lucius knew what was happening, he was punched in the face. He fell to the floor in shock.
"Don't you ever say that again," James spat, "That boy is nothing to me, you hear me, nothing." James retreated to the chair once again and finished peeling his orange.
After an hour or so of waiting for their ears to stop smoking in the Hospital wing Madame Pomfrey let them go back into the great hall. When they walked back into the Great Hall there was loud applause from almost everyone in the hall, except for the Slytherin's who glared at the Gryffindor Quidditch team darkly.
Everyone was sitting around the Great Hall in little bunches drinking steaming cups of hot chocolate. The Gryffindor sixth years were waving at Harry to come and join them.
"Stunning performance Harry," Said Seamus, "Really superb."
"I don't think the beaters were very good," Said Dean. "Seamus and I could've done better."
"Was it bitterly cold out there?" Hermione asked, "We were rushed inside so quickly that we didn't have a chance to see what happened to you lot."
"Where's your broom?" asked Ron.
"It's still in the hospital wing," Harry remembered, "I'll go get it later."
"Do you know if they got Malfoy out of that storm yet?" Lavender asked.
"I don't know," Harry said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth the Entrance hall doors burst open. They saw Professor McGonnagal and Hagrid carrying a large block of ice, in the center of the ice was Draco Malfoy (don't worry Draco-lovers, he's not dead). He was frozen in place, and only his eyes were moving. He glared at Harry as he passed.
"Well, he deserves it," Harry said, "He didn't want to come with us when we asked him if he would."
"Why'd you bother asking?" Ron asked. After one more cup of Hot Chocolate Professor Dumbledore made everyone go to their dorms for the remainder of the night (all this chaos lasted hours and hours). Harry stopped by the hospital wing to get his broom. Madame Pomfrey was chipping the ice away from Malfoy's body. He glared at Harry one more time before Harry left. Harry went up to his dorm.
"I'm going to go put my broom upstairs," Harry told Ron when he had come through the portrait hole. Harry walked up the winding staircase with his broom. When he pulled open the door he could tell there was something wrong. A window was open and a cold wind was blowing into the room. Harry walked over and closed and latched the window. When he turned around he almost yelled out in surprise. Standing there was a Death Eater, dressed all in black. The Death Eater reached into his cloak and pulled out a long sword. He threw the sword at Harry. The sword went through Harry's body, right through his middle. Harry gasped and fell down to the floor. Suddenly the Death Eater was standing over him, laughing insanely. Harry could see who the person was under the hood. It was James. James kept laughing insanely, but right before Harry's eyes he turned into Voldemort and he disappeared with a flash of green light.
Harry sat up in bed, panting like he had been running.
"It was only a dream," Harry told himself. He sat in his bed for a minute before getting up and looked out the window. There was a full moon, and the wet grass reflected it. Wait? Grass? Harry pressed his nose against the window, the snow was all gone, except for a load of it on top of Hagrid's hut. Where had it gone.
Harry had a sudden idea. He went over to Ron's bed and woke him up.
"What's wrong?" Ron said groggily, "Harry?"
"Ron we need to tell him," Harry said urgently.
"Tell who about what?"
"We need to tell Dumbledore about James."