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Chapter 5
The Ending
The first sense that came back to Harry was smell. A thick putrid stench entered his nostrils; he coughed but kept his eyes tightly shut. He tried to think what he was doing on a bed with no memories of how he got there. He tried to think but his thoughts were uncertain and confused. He took a deep breath and thought as hard as possible. Then he remembered: Voldemort had attacked him with the 'Adavra Kedadvra' curse, was he dead? His eyes snapped open. He didn't seem to be dead; he was in what looked like the hospital wing. But it was dark and Harry couldn't make much out. He went to move but his hands and feet were strapped to the bed with thick leather restraints that looked as if they could hold a giant without problem.
With a lot of effort he managed to lift his head and take a look around. He was in the Hospital Wing but it wasn't as he had last seen it. Around him people were tied to their beds, some were moaning and turning in their sleep, some not moving at all. On the walls torches flickered weakly casting curious shadows across the floor. He turned to his left and noticed Hermione lying on the bed next to him staring at the ceiling.
'Hermione!' he whispered loudly across to her.
' I thought you'd never wake up,' she replied not moving her gaze from the ceiling. She looked dreamy and sad. Her gaze seemed distant.
'What happened?'
Hermione turned to face him. She'd been crying, her face was red and her eyes were swollen. 'It's all over,' she whispered, 'everything's gone wrong.'
Harry looked confused. 'I don't understand, why are we strapped to our beds? Where is Madam Pomfrey? What's happened.' he asked desperately.
' Harry, please be quiet, I'll tell you everything.' She sounded distraught and worried.
'Fine I'll listen,' Harry mumbled.
' You ran at Cho when Voldemort attacked her and...Well Dumbeldore was running after you telling you to stop and you carried on running shouting curses and hexes and what-not and... Oh Harry why did you do that?! You know you had know chance against Voldemort.'
' I don't know,' he replied,' you know what I'm like, I'm brash and stupid. But what happened? Voldemort attacked me with the 'Avada Kedavra' curse the killing curse, why am I still here?!?!
' Let me finish,' she said firmly.' You ran at Voldemort and Dumbledore caught up with you and. Well it was too late, the spell was literary on top of you and Dumbledore he, he...sacrificed himself Harry. He stood in front of the spell and took full impact. Harry... Dumbledore's dead. When Dumbledore died the Death Eaters broke free and attacked us. We had no chance. And Harry, Hagrid was under the Imperius curse Harry. He had got to the other giants but he didn't bring them back to our side-he told them to attack us. Most of the teachers are dead Harry. Voldemort's using the school as his base, it's all over Harry we haven't got a chance.'
Harry slumped down on to the bed his head fell into the cushion. Despair swept over him like waves crashing on a pebble beach. Dumbledore was dead. Voldemort was controlling Hagrid. Most of the teachers were dead. Cho was dead. The year had stared out so happy so much was ahead of them and now they were strapped to a hospital bed with death ready to pounce.
' It's my fault,' he said out loud.
' Don't blame yourself,' Hermione whispered.
' But it is!' Harry said angrily,' it was my blood that brought Voldemort back, it was me who caused the distraction. It was me who thought I could take Voldemort on. It was me wh-'
'Harry let it go, no one's blaming you for anything,'
'That's because no ones alive to blame me!!!!!' he shouted spitefully.
He turned his head and stared out the window. The stars twinkled in the clear night like diamonds set in velvet. He suddenly felt very sick. He took a deep breath. He couldn't think straight. A tear ran down his cheek and fell to the pillow. He tried to get back to sleep, to wake up and not be where he was now. To wake in the world he knew before the attack. To wake up in a world with no worries. He felt upper hopelessness. Nothing could save him and Hogwarts now.
The door flew open and slammed against the wall. Harry woke with a start, his scar flared up in pain. Voldemort searched the room his blood red eyes shone in the gloom. He looked like a demon straight from the depths of Hell. His eyes fixed on to Harry and he walked over to the bed. Harry tried his hardest to disappear. Then he decided, 'what was the point?' as Hermione said, 'he had no chance.'
'Harry,' hissed Voldemort quietly at his bedside, 'I guess Hermione filled you in on the latest happenings.' He sneered. 'You lost Harry. Lost. I won. Soon you and your friend are going to die.'
His taunts rang in Harry's head, eating away at his hope.
'But first I must deal with this friend of yours.'
He turned away and walked slowly across to Hermione's bedside.
'You leave her alone,' Harry spat. Voldemort ignored him; he had complete power now.
Voldemort stared at Hermione as she tried to break free from the restraints.
' Don't waste your energy,' he said calmly. ' Crucio!'
He whispered quietly. Hermione writhed in pain, screaming and twisting in pain. Harry turned away; he couldn't watch that.
Voldemort raised his wand and Hermione lay still sobbing in the darkness. The Dark Lord turned to Harry with an evil smile.
'You're turn,' he sneered,' Crucio!'' he roared.
Harry tried to wrench himself away from the pain. Away from the torture. His wrists started to bleed with his pulling. Voldemort kept up the torture for a long time before releasing the curse. Harry's nerves screamed at him the pain took a long time to fade. His thoughts were slamming around in his brain. All he could think about were the people he'd failed. Dumbledore, his friends and most of all his parents. They had sacrificed themselves for him. they gave him the chance to live and he'd charged stupidly at Voldemort thinking he could win, thinking he was better. And now he was going to die.
' Goodbye Hermione,' he whispered. He wasn't sure she heard him. He looked at Voldemort.
'Time to finish you off,' whispered Voldemort. He raised his wand.
Chapter 5
The Ending
The first sense that came back to Harry was smell. A thick putrid stench entered his nostrils; he coughed but kept his eyes tightly shut. He tried to think what he was doing on a bed with no memories of how he got there. He tried to think but his thoughts were uncertain and confused. He took a deep breath and thought as hard as possible. Then he remembered: Voldemort had attacked him with the 'Adavra Kedadvra' curse, was he dead? His eyes snapped open. He didn't seem to be dead; he was in what looked like the hospital wing. But it was dark and Harry couldn't make much out. He went to move but his hands and feet were strapped to the bed with thick leather restraints that looked as if they could hold a giant without problem.
With a lot of effort he managed to lift his head and take a look around. He was in the Hospital Wing but it wasn't as he had last seen it. Around him people were tied to their beds, some were moaning and turning in their sleep, some not moving at all. On the walls torches flickered weakly casting curious shadows across the floor. He turned to his left and noticed Hermione lying on the bed next to him staring at the ceiling.
'Hermione!' he whispered loudly across to her.
' I thought you'd never wake up,' she replied not moving her gaze from the ceiling. She looked dreamy and sad. Her gaze seemed distant.
'What happened?'
Hermione turned to face him. She'd been crying, her face was red and her eyes were swollen. 'It's all over,' she whispered, 'everything's gone wrong.'
Harry looked confused. 'I don't understand, why are we strapped to our beds? Where is Madam Pomfrey? What's happened.' he asked desperately.
' Harry, please be quiet, I'll tell you everything.' She sounded distraught and worried.
'Fine I'll listen,' Harry mumbled.
' You ran at Cho when Voldemort attacked her and...Well Dumbeldore was running after you telling you to stop and you carried on running shouting curses and hexes and what-not and... Oh Harry why did you do that?! You know you had know chance against Voldemort.'
' I don't know,' he replied,' you know what I'm like, I'm brash and stupid. But what happened? Voldemort attacked me with the 'Avada Kedavra' curse the killing curse, why am I still here?!?!
' Let me finish,' she said firmly.' You ran at Voldemort and Dumbledore caught up with you and. Well it was too late, the spell was literary on top of you and Dumbledore he, he...sacrificed himself Harry. He stood in front of the spell and took full impact. Harry... Dumbledore's dead. When Dumbledore died the Death Eaters broke free and attacked us. We had no chance. And Harry, Hagrid was under the Imperius curse Harry. He had got to the other giants but he didn't bring them back to our side-he told them to attack us. Most of the teachers are dead Harry. Voldemort's using the school as his base, it's all over Harry we haven't got a chance.'
Harry slumped down on to the bed his head fell into the cushion. Despair swept over him like waves crashing on a pebble beach. Dumbledore was dead. Voldemort was controlling Hagrid. Most of the teachers were dead. Cho was dead. The year had stared out so happy so much was ahead of them and now they were strapped to a hospital bed with death ready to pounce.
' It's my fault,' he said out loud.
' Don't blame yourself,' Hermione whispered.
' But it is!' Harry said angrily,' it was my blood that brought Voldemort back, it was me who caused the distraction. It was me who thought I could take Voldemort on. It was me wh-'
'Harry let it go, no one's blaming you for anything,'
'That's because no ones alive to blame me!!!!!' he shouted spitefully.
He turned his head and stared out the window. The stars twinkled in the clear night like diamonds set in velvet. He suddenly felt very sick. He took a deep breath. He couldn't think straight. A tear ran down his cheek and fell to the pillow. He tried to get back to sleep, to wake up and not be where he was now. To wake in the world he knew before the attack. To wake up in a world with no worries. He felt upper hopelessness. Nothing could save him and Hogwarts now.
The door flew open and slammed against the wall. Harry woke with a start, his scar flared up in pain. Voldemort searched the room his blood red eyes shone in the gloom. He looked like a demon straight from the depths of Hell. His eyes fixed on to Harry and he walked over to the bed. Harry tried his hardest to disappear. Then he decided, 'what was the point?' as Hermione said, 'he had no chance.'
'Harry,' hissed Voldemort quietly at his bedside, 'I guess Hermione filled you in on the latest happenings.' He sneered. 'You lost Harry. Lost. I won. Soon you and your friend are going to die.'
His taunts rang in Harry's head, eating away at his hope.
'But first I must deal with this friend of yours.'
He turned away and walked slowly across to Hermione's bedside.
'You leave her alone,' Harry spat. Voldemort ignored him; he had complete power now.
Voldemort stared at Hermione as she tried to break free from the restraints.
' Don't waste your energy,' he said calmly. ' Crucio!'
He whispered quietly. Hermione writhed in pain, screaming and twisting in pain. Harry turned away; he couldn't watch that.
Voldemort raised his wand and Hermione lay still sobbing in the darkness. The Dark Lord turned to Harry with an evil smile.
'You're turn,' he sneered,' Crucio!'' he roared.
Harry tried to wrench himself away from the pain. Away from the torture. His wrists started to bleed with his pulling. Voldemort kept up the torture for a long time before releasing the curse. Harry's nerves screamed at him the pain took a long time to fade. His thoughts were slamming around in his brain. All he could think about were the people he'd failed. Dumbledore, his friends and most of all his parents. They had sacrificed themselves for him. they gave him the chance to live and he'd charged stupidly at Voldemort thinking he could win, thinking he was better. And now he was going to die.
' Goodbye Hermione,' he whispered. He wasn't sure she heard him. He looked at Voldemort.
'Time to finish you off,' whispered Voldemort. He raised his wand.