Disclaimer: I didn't invent these characters, I did not invent their surroundings, and I obviously don't own them, nor do I claim to. Oh, and by the way, they belong to J.K. Rowling, the fourth greatest writer in the world.
Note: School is starting, I have nice but sadistic teachers, therefore, I am ending this series with this last part. Oh yeah, and if you have "Revelation" memorized, I'm sorry that I have the quotes taken from all over the place, with the chapters plunked here and there, but still, I though they were kinda cool anyways. Enjoy.
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"Oh, wait, Weasley, I do still need you to stick around, you should be present for the interrogation," Harry said suddenly, turning away from Lewis and glancing at Ron.
"Uhthat's okay Potter, I'm really not very interested in"
"No, I didn't think you would be, but it's standard procedure. You have to be there whether you want to or not, sorry," Harry replied, cutting off Ron's protest.
"Fine, it's not like I had anything else booked," Ron muttered bitterly, thinking almost longingly about working on a new device he could sell to Voldermort.
"Well, come on then!" Harry said irritably, and disapperated.
Ron sighed, then he remembered Harry's car. Oh well, you can bloody well get it yourself. He thought, then an idea came to him; if he drove it back to Harry's office it would give him a perfectly good reason to skip a good chunk of the interrogation. Then Ron remembered you needed a key to drive muggle cars, damn!
Ron squeezed his eyes shut, and cringed slightly as he felt the spiralling sensation of disapperating come over him.
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"Weasley! What took?" Harry asked, coming out a room and shutting its door behind him.
"Oh, I was just wondering about the car you left behind," Ron said honestly.
"Whatoh that, that's fine. I'll pick it up tomorrow, you want a coffee?" Harry asked, he seemed distracted.
"Sure thanks, but--aren't you supposed to be putting Lewis through interrogation?" Ron asked as Harry walked over to a desk and came back with a teacup filled with black coffee.
"Oh, I don't handle those myselfI'm still considered a junior officer, I just watch and make sure the arrest gets depicted as accurately as possibleLewis will probably get off though. He's never used an unforgivable cruse before and he seems relatively willing to talk, what do you think?" Harry asked, handing Ron his cup.
"Thanks. I don't know, he seems okay. He's probably just fed up. I don't really know anything about this, though," Ron replied, taking a sip of his coffee, and wishing it wasn't so bitter in his mouth.
"Fed up? With what?" Harry asked, an odd expression passing over his face.
"With life, with everybody, maybe with himself -- who knows?" said Ron, managing to sound casual.
"OhI think -- I think they're done with him. You want to go get a drink?" Harry offered, sending a look over at the closed door he had first come out of.
"Ugh, sure, why not?" Ron said, wondering whether Harry was up to something, or, if maybe, he just wanted to get wasted. "Where?" Ron asked.
"You ever heard of 'Mike's'?" Harry asked.
Ron nodded, "Yeah, I know Mike's, you want to go there?"
Ron set down his half empty cup, "sure."
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Ron and Harry apperated in the parking lot and walked through into the red lit entrance of "Mike's".
"What do you want?" Harry asked Ron, walking over to the bar.
"Beer's fine," Ron said curtly, sitting down at a stool. The air was so filled with smoke that you couldn't see the other side of the room. The only light seemed to come from the neon decorations around the front that made the room glisten with eerie light.
"Two beers," Harry said to a shadowy bar tender, Ron saw him mask a slight cough.
Two bottles slid across to Harry, Ron watched the money snake off the counter.
"Weer all gonna dieevery last one of us fuckers, ez the end, we're all go'in down, sees?" A voice said suddenly, coming out of the purple and green haze.
"Lo, soI'm gone tomorrow, right?" Ron asked Harry, ignoring the voice.
"Um, yeah, but we'll probably ask you to come work again in a week or-"
" And the first went, an' poured out his vial upon tha earth; and there fell a noisome and grievous sore upon the men which had the mark of the beast, and-"
" Some people are trying to have an actual conversation in here," Harry said loudly, glaring into the glimmering smoke.
"What was that?" Ron asked Harry, trying not to look anxious as he glanced over Harry's shoulder.
"You mean the words? That would be the Bible, Revelations, 'y know the bit with all the-"
"An' the second angel poured out hiz vial upon tha sea, and it became as the blood of dead man: and every living soul died in the sea. And the third angel poured out his vial upon-"
"BE QUIET!" Harry roared across the room, suddenly looking quite furious in the flourescent glare.
" THE- RIVERS- AND -FOUnTAINS- OF- WATER; AND- THEY- BECAME- BLOOD!-"
"You better shut your fucking mouth," Harry said quietly, standing up and starting toward the neon fog.
"And the mighty angel took up a stone like a great millstone, and cast it into the sea, saying "Thus with violence shall that great city Babylon be thrown down, and shall be found no more at all." And-"
Harry pulled out his wand.
"Potter, what the hell are you doing? He's just a drunk!" Ron said suddenly, standing up too. This had gone far enough.
"An 'nother angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud, "Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe." And he that sat on a cloud."
Harry had become immersed in the flickering gloom.
"Harry? What are you doing? GET BACK HERE!" Ron roared, going after him into the back of the room.
"Wuz tha matter? You've got guilt? You know it's trueweez all er going down, huh?" Said a shadow hunched in the back. Ron took a step toward Harry and the stranger, that voice was so familiar.
"Tell, did you enjoy killing hem Harry Potter? What did tha show youIt showed you someth'n, didn' it? I c'n see it in your eyes," the suffocating smoke suddenly became clear and Ron realized why the voice sounded so familiarit belonged it Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" Ron breathed, aghast, Malfoy looked like he'd gone down hill since the last time they'd met: His normally platinum hair was more of a dirty gray now, and his face was scraped and caked with scabs and bruises.
"Huh! That's me," Malfoy turned to Harry and gave him a nasty smile, "You see it too, whenever you look in the mirrorDON'T YOU!?" Malfoy demanded, even though he was drunk he seemed be having an effect on Harry, Ron wasn't sure what to dohell, he didn't even know what was going on!
"I see nothing," said Harry dryly.
"Give me the little book, And he said unto me, "take it, and eat it up; and it shall make thy belly bitter but it shall be in thy mouth sweet as honey. Well, Potter, you got it, you did it, was it sweet?"
Harry looked livid, ormaybe not, for a second there was complete silence. At last Harry spoke,
"And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth as sweet as honey: and as soon as I had eaten it, my belly was bitter." Harry sighed.
Ron looked from Harry to Malfoy, and from Malfoy back to Harry. What the hell was going on? Was it some sort of code?
"Yes, ya literally see nothing, right, wull, am I right? There's nothun in those green eyes anymore, can ya see yourself, Harry?" Malfoy asked softly. Harry swallowed.
"No, I can't, it's not me anymore," Harry seemed pacified, though now, he sounded oddly defeated.
"W-What did you do Harry?" Ron asked, he'd had enough of being puzzled.
"He killed Wormtail!" Malfoy croaked, his gray eyes flashing in an unnatural way that was rather unnerving.
"When?" Ron demanded, looking at Harry and suddenly not seeing any of him left, it was as if a stranger had taken his place.
"A few weeks ago. I'll never use that spell again," Harry replied bitterly.
"You used?" Ron started.
"Avada Kadavra! Him! Oh so saintly Harry Potter, used an unforgivable curse, and, not just any curse, but the same one used on his parents!" Malfoy gave an unhinged laugh and started to shakily pull himself up out of his seat.
"You can't go back to Voldermort, Malfoynot after what-"
Malfoy looked like Harry had struck him a blow.
"You don't get it do you, Potter," he spat, "I have no where else to go! I have this!" Malfoy jammed his sleeve up his arm, displaying the dark mark.
"But" Ron had been about to say something about Karkoff and Professor Snape, but then he remembered, they'd been both been killed, and Snape had died a nervous wreck, almost as paranoid as a retired auror.
"You see," Malfoy said bitterly, 'He that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword." Malfoy pushed his sleeve down and started to stumble away.
"You can live through this Malfoy, all of us can," Harry called, sounding slightly desperate.
" No, you're wrong, nobody willyou are the boy who survived, but I know you haven't lived for a long time, Harry," Malfoy turned away.
Harry's hands clenched into shaking fists.
Ron stared after him, watching Malfoy as he stumbled from sight, into the mass of glittering fog. His existence only announced by a few loud coughs and a door slamming.
"I'm going home," Ron said quietly to Harry, he nodded in reply, but didn't move.
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" I must have died alone, a long, long time ago" ~Nirvana]
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IT'S DONE!!! WAHOOOOOOO!!!!!! That is the absolute longest series that I've written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!!! And so, now I have to go and say a few more things: one, yes, I KNOWthe characters are waaaay off, but hey, if it helps, you can make this one of those "Alternate Universe" sorta things. Oh yes, I must apologize for that being so incredibly long, sorry, I didn't want to go into another chapter though. Oh yes, and please review, I always review every fic I read [fine then, don't believe me, but it is true!] Okay so that's it, thanks again ;0)