A/N- Last Part!! Wow! It's pretty short and straightforward. I am not the best tear-jerker writer, so it's OK if you don't shed a tear. Please R/R!!
Disclaimer- JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter Series and all things, people, places, ideas, etc... associated with it.
WHITE SHADOW- Chapter 5 (Conclusion)
Harry stared in astonishment. The green beam of light was blocked by a white glow, Harry shut his eyes blinded. When they reopened, Harry saw a single ray of light emitting from the ceiling, illuminating the dark hallway. His father, James was smiling.
"What is going on!?" Voldemort screamed in a frightening voice. Voldemort's red, glowing eyes widened. He looked directly where James Potter was standing. He could see him. Voldemort stood taken aback, not speaking. The beam of green light bounced back, unlike how it did fourteen years ago. This time it bounced back full force, straight at Voldemort. But Harry didn't notice this, it seemed that outside his mother and father's heavenly glow, the world was non-existent.
"I fulfilled my task." James said simply with a smile. Harry stared at his father's face. Color was filling his body, starting with his hair and spreading downwards. Harry saw tears in his father's eyes. Harry knew that his father would be leaving him. Harry looked up to the light, as did James. What Harry saw, astonished him. His mother, Lily Potter, was reaching a hand out to her husband. Her eyes wavered from James to Harry.
"Harry," said James, "I have to go now, my time is done here. I have fulfilled my unfinished requirements and I am no longer a figment. I am an angel Harry, a guardian angel. YOUR guardian angel."
"As am I Harry," Harry looked up to see his mother talking to him. "We will always be watching over you, giving you assistance in the most subtle of ways. We will always watch over you." A tear fell down Harry's cheek.
"You have been strong your whole life, and now it has paid off. It will be a time of peace. At least for a short time," James finished with a wink. "Remember Harry, Death is but the next great adventure, it is nothing hate or dread. Say hi to Moony and Padfoot for me." James grinned and walked into the light. He started to float towards Lily. James took her hand, they both turned and whispered, "I love you." And then disappearing. Harry stood staring at the place they vanished from for a few minutes. Harry shook his head and looked around. Voldemort was on the floor, but not as the red eyed demon. He was a man with salt and pepper hair, and large brown eyes, open in shock. He didn't die Lord Voldemort, he died Thomas Riddle.
Harry turned around, Sirius was getting up slowly, still weak from the Cruciatus Curse. Harry ran to him, the barrier no longer existent. Harry helped Sirius up in silence, and aided him towards the Gryffindor Common room.
Harry slowly made it to the Fat Lady, she was hiding in the corner of her frame.
"Harry!" She said joyfully, "Everyone will be waiting for you." She swayed the portrait to reveal stairs to the Common Room. Harry and Sirius entered the room to be greeted by numerous hugs and excited voices. Hermoine and Ron were in the front.
"Oh Harry!" Hermoine screamed joyfully. She hugged him tightly. Ron placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling.
Before Harry could say anything to Ron, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the rest of the staff, entered the room. Their faces were grave, even though the light side was victorious.
"Professor?" Harry questioned Dumbledore.
"I have grave news," He started, "Professor Snape did not survive." The teachers bowed their heads. The students stood with shocked faces. Harry probably felt the worst out of all the Gryffindors, for he knew what Snape actually was. Snape was a spy for the light side, risking everything for the sake of good.
* * *
The next couple of days were long and depressing. Classes we cancelled. There was a memorial service for Professor Snape. The death of Snape overshadowed the defeat of Voldemort. It wasn't until a week after the raid, that Dumbledore called Harry to his office. Harry told Dumbledore everything, about the Longbottoms, his figment of a father, and the defeat of Voldemort. Dumbledore stayed silent, during the whole explanation. Harry had only one question before he left his office,
"Why Professor, was no one scared of Sirius when he came to the school?"
"Well," Dumbledore, "We announced to the school to trust him, and that Peter Pettigrew was captured as a lookout right before the raid." Harry's eyes widened. So much had happened in a short time, 'It will be a time of peace, at least for a short time..." Harry remembered his father's words and decided it was a time for rest.
** Epilogue **
Frank Longbottom stood up. He knocked on the prison door, "Excuse me," he said to the guard next to the door, "But what am I doing here?" The same happened to the rest of the Cruciatus- inflicted patients. It seemed that after Voldemort's demise the curse and it's effects wore off. The Longbottoms were free to leave, and join their long awaiting son. It was a time of peace, and Harry Potter would be ready to stand up to fight evil, the next time it rose. "The-Boy-Who-Lived" was now "The-Boy-Who-Protected".
Disclaimer- JK Rowling owns the Harry Potter Series and all things, people, places, ideas, etc... associated with it.
WHITE SHADOW- Chapter 5 (Conclusion)
Harry stared in astonishment. The green beam of light was blocked by a white glow, Harry shut his eyes blinded. When they reopened, Harry saw a single ray of light emitting from the ceiling, illuminating the dark hallway. His father, James was smiling.
"What is going on!?" Voldemort screamed in a frightening voice. Voldemort's red, glowing eyes widened. He looked directly where James Potter was standing. He could see him. Voldemort stood taken aback, not speaking. The beam of green light bounced back, unlike how it did fourteen years ago. This time it bounced back full force, straight at Voldemort. But Harry didn't notice this, it seemed that outside his mother and father's heavenly glow, the world was non-existent.
"I fulfilled my task." James said simply with a smile. Harry stared at his father's face. Color was filling his body, starting with his hair and spreading downwards. Harry saw tears in his father's eyes. Harry knew that his father would be leaving him. Harry looked up to the light, as did James. What Harry saw, astonished him. His mother, Lily Potter, was reaching a hand out to her husband. Her eyes wavered from James to Harry.
"Harry," said James, "I have to go now, my time is done here. I have fulfilled my unfinished requirements and I am no longer a figment. I am an angel Harry, a guardian angel. YOUR guardian angel."
"As am I Harry," Harry looked up to see his mother talking to him. "We will always be watching over you, giving you assistance in the most subtle of ways. We will always watch over you." A tear fell down Harry's cheek.
"You have been strong your whole life, and now it has paid off. It will be a time of peace. At least for a short time," James finished with a wink. "Remember Harry, Death is but the next great adventure, it is nothing hate or dread. Say hi to Moony and Padfoot for me." James grinned and walked into the light. He started to float towards Lily. James took her hand, they both turned and whispered, "I love you." And then disappearing. Harry stood staring at the place they vanished from for a few minutes. Harry shook his head and looked around. Voldemort was on the floor, but not as the red eyed demon. He was a man with salt and pepper hair, and large brown eyes, open in shock. He didn't die Lord Voldemort, he died Thomas Riddle.
Harry turned around, Sirius was getting up slowly, still weak from the Cruciatus Curse. Harry ran to him, the barrier no longer existent. Harry helped Sirius up in silence, and aided him towards the Gryffindor Common room.
Harry slowly made it to the Fat Lady, she was hiding in the corner of her frame.
"Harry!" She said joyfully, "Everyone will be waiting for you." She swayed the portrait to reveal stairs to the Common Room. Harry and Sirius entered the room to be greeted by numerous hugs and excited voices. Hermoine and Ron were in the front.
"Oh Harry!" Hermoine screamed joyfully. She hugged him tightly. Ron placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling.
Before Harry could say anything to Ron, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the rest of the staff, entered the room. Their faces were grave, even though the light side was victorious.
"Professor?" Harry questioned Dumbledore.
"I have grave news," He started, "Professor Snape did not survive." The teachers bowed their heads. The students stood with shocked faces. Harry probably felt the worst out of all the Gryffindors, for he knew what Snape actually was. Snape was a spy for the light side, risking everything for the sake of good.
* * *
The next couple of days were long and depressing. Classes we cancelled. There was a memorial service for Professor Snape. The death of Snape overshadowed the defeat of Voldemort. It wasn't until a week after the raid, that Dumbledore called Harry to his office. Harry told Dumbledore everything, about the Longbottoms, his figment of a father, and the defeat of Voldemort. Dumbledore stayed silent, during the whole explanation. Harry had only one question before he left his office,
"Why Professor, was no one scared of Sirius when he came to the school?"
"Well," Dumbledore, "We announced to the school to trust him, and that Peter Pettigrew was captured as a lookout right before the raid." Harry's eyes widened. So much had happened in a short time, 'It will be a time of peace, at least for a short time..." Harry remembered his father's words and decided it was a time for rest.
** Epilogue **
Frank Longbottom stood up. He knocked on the prison door, "Excuse me," he said to the guard next to the door, "But what am I doing here?" The same happened to the rest of the Cruciatus- inflicted patients. It seemed that after Voldemort's demise the curse and it's effects wore off. The Longbottoms were free to leave, and join their long awaiting son. It was a time of peace, and Harry Potter would be ready to stand up to fight evil, the next time it rose. "The-Boy-Who-Lived" was now "The-Boy-Who-Protected".