From the stands Ron and Hermione watched as Harry and Angelina fell from their brooms. Madame Hooch took out her wand quickly and slowed them down. They both hit the ground, Angelina on her back and Harry was lying on his stomach. Hermione screamed and ran out onto the field, with Ron right behind her. All of the Gryffindor teammates landed near them and went over to the two fallen people. Hermione reached Harry and turned him over. His eyes were open, and his mouth was too. Hermione reached over to his neck and took his pulse, even though she knew it was too late. She gave a sob, ran into Ron's arms and started to sob into his shoulder.
"He c-can't be gone," she cried.
"Hermione, there-there's nothing y-you can do," Ron said, feeling hot tears trickle out of his eyes and down his cheek…
Professor McGonnagal was passing a window when she heard Hermione's scream.
What on earth is going on out there? She thought. She ran out of the castle and out onto the lawn. She went to the Quidditch field and ran up to the small crowd.
"What is going on?" McGonnagal snapped. "Who screamed?" It was then she noticed the two bodies on the ground. Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson's bodies. She then looked around the small crowd. Alicia Spinnet was sobbing into George's shoulder. Hermione and Ron were both crying, holding each other.
"Someone go get Professor Dumbledore," McGonnagal said in a hushed whisper. She bent down next to the two students as she conjured up stretchers. Madame Hooch started to jog up to the castle. Professor McGonnagal turned to the Quidditch players.
"How did this happen?" she asked. All of them that weren't crying shrugged.
"Angelina called H-Harry up to her so they could talk about something, and the spells j-just came out o-of nowhere," George said in a shaky voice. "It hit A-Angelina f-first and then one hit H-h-Harry."
Hermione started to sob harder than ever.
"What on earth happened?" Professor Dumbledore had arrived. He looked down at the two bodies and said, "Oh my…"
Professor McGonnagal, now starting to cry herself, explained what George had told her.
"Did they see who did it?"
"N-no Albus."
"We'd better take them up to the castle," Albus said. He conjured up two white sheets and put them over the bodies. He then took them up to the school and to the Hospital Wing.
In all of the commotion no one had noticed the man dressed all in black and hidden in the shadows leave the Quidditch field. Lord Voldemort smiled to himself as he walked up the long drive and out of the Hogwarts Grounds. He had missed on the first try, and killed that girl that Potter had been talking to, but no matter, he had succeeded in killing Potter. Then, with a swish of a cloak, he disappeared.
Professor Dumbledore walked slowly up to his office after he had put Harry and Angelina's bodies in Madame Pomfrey's care.
Two students in one day, the first day back, Dumbledore thought bitterly to himself. Wait until Rita Skeeter hears about this.
"Licorice Wand," Dumbledore said to the gargoyle. He walked up the moving stairs to his office. Fawkes was sleeping on his perch by the door. He sat down at his desk and wrote a quick note.
Sirius,
I need to talk to you and Remus if he is there. Come as soon as you can.
Albus Dumbledore
He folded up the letter and then went over to Fawkes.
"I need you to take this to Sirius," Dumbledore said. Phoenixes are extra fast when flying.
Dumbledore put his head in his hands after Fawkes had flew through an open window.
"Professor?" Dumbledore looked up and saw Professor McGonnagal. "Should we tell the rest of the student body?"
"Yes," Professor Dumbledore said, his voice shaking slightly. "And will you make sure that the witnesses do not go back to the tower tonight. They won't want to be questioned. Have them spend the night in the hospital wing."
"Yes Professor," Professor McGonnagal croaked.
"Oh, and Minerva-" Dumbledore said, "I need you to go tell Harry's aunt and uncle after you are finished telling the Gryffindors." She nodded, turned, and left, just as Remus Lupin came running up to the door, a giant black dog at his side.
"Remus, you got here awfully quickly," Dumbledore said.
"Well, we were in Hogsmeade," Remus said, motioning to the dog. "What was so urgent Professor?"
"Remus, Sirius," Professor Dumbledore said as the dog turned into Sirius Black. "I think that you should sit down."
"Is something wrong Professor?" Sirius asked, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
"Tonight, the Gryffindor team was practicing Quidditch," Dumbledore started, not really knowing how to word it. "And there was an accident…"
"An accident?" Sirius said slowly. "Is Harry alright?"
"One of the other players told us that Angelina Johnson called Harry up to talk to her and out of nowhere came a spell…"
"A spell? What spell?" Remus asked, frowning.
"The Killing Curse," Dumbledore said, watching the color drain from their faces. "It hit Angelina and she was killed."
"That's… horrible," Sirius said slowly. "But is Harry alright?" Dumbledore took a deep breath before saying the next few words.
"Only seconds after Angelina was killed, another Killing Curse was cast This time it hit Harry," Dumbledore's voice shook slightly but he continued anyway. "He was killed instantly." Sirius had put his head in his hands, and gave a small sob. "I'm sorry."
Remus was ghost white. He was too shocked to speak. Sirius took his head out of his hands and sobbed, "Who? Who did it?"
"We s-suspect the Dark Lord," Dumbledore said softly.
"I-I just c-can't…" Sirius trailed off and started to sob again.
"We need you two to arrange the funeral. After all Sirius, you were his Godfather, and as you aren't able to go out into the public, you need Remus."
Sirius simply nodded, tears still streaming down his face.
"I am sorry, so sorry," Dumbledore said. "We have someone going to tell Harry's aunt and uncle about this tragic event."
"They won't care," Sirius said bitterly. "They never cared about Harry."
"They still have a right to know, Sirius," Remus croaked. Sirius simply glared at the ground.
"I swear to god, if I ever see that… that… bastard I will kill him," Sirius growled. "Him and Wormtail."
"Sirius," Remus said.
"I know, I know," Sirius said. The three of them sat in silence for a few more minutes before Sirius got up, transformed into a dog, and left Dumbledore's office. Remus sat there for a few more moments before slowly getting up as well and leaving.
Hermione sat on the bed in the hospital wing. Her legs were pulled up closed to her and her eyes were closed. Ron was fast asleep on the bed next to her. Alicia, Katie, and Fred had all decided to spend the night in the hospital wing. Only George had decided to return to Gryffindor tower. He was up in his dorm when Professor McGonnagal had arrived in the Common room to tell the Gryffindors the news of the deaths. The wails and cries of the Gryffindors carried to George's dorm, and even when he put his head under his pillow it did not drown out the sound of the sadness. Lee Jordan came upstairs ten minutes after the news. He didn't say anything to George, and just crawled into bed and turned off his bedside light. George covered himself with the sheets and closed his eyes, but he didn't sleep that night.
~*~
"For those of you who don't know," Professor Dumbledore said the next morning at breakfast. All of the Gryffindors had been quiet and subdued that morning. "Last night we lost two students. Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson." There was a gasp from the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin tables. Even Draco Malfoy looked slightly shocked with the news, but he smirked cruelly.
"If you would please stand and raise your glasses to these two people, who unfortunately died too soon," Dumbledore said grimly, as he raised his glass.
"Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson," said the people in the Great Hall.
"Both of these Gryffindors were wonderful people and extraordinary Quidditch players. It's a shame that they had to leave us. Classes will be canceled today in honor of Mr. Potter and Miss Johnson. Thank you."
There was a sad silence after Professor Dumbledore had sat down.
TWO STUDENTS KILLED AT HOGWARTS Dark Lord Suspected
On the first day back at Hogwarts, disaster struck At around seven thirty in the evening the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was holding a practice, when two students were struck down. They were killed by the Killing Curse, or Avada Kedavra. Angelina Johnson, a seventh year student, Captain and Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, was talking to her teammate, Harry Potter, when she was hit with the Killing Curse. Harry Potter was then hit with the curse only moments after. Both were killed instantly.
Mrs. Weasley's hands shook as she read the newspaper. She dropped the paper onto the table and sat down. She put her head in her hands and started to sob.
Ron wasn't able to sleep in his dorm for about five days after Harry's death. He spent the night in the Common room on one of the couch. No one was able to go through Harry's stuff either. It just sat at the end of Harry's old bed, not being opened or touched.
Harry's funeral was going to be first, though Angelina's was going to be the next day. He was going to be buried next to his parents, in a wizard and witches cemetery. The wizards at the morgue put a spell on Harry's body so his body would never decay. He was dressed in black dress robes and the wizards made it look like he was merely sleeping.
It rained on the day of Harry's funeral. All of Gryffindor house and a few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were there, along with a few teachers. The Dursleys didn't even show up. The hundreds of people stood in the rain as Harry's casket was carried to the grave and lowered in. Hermione dropped a flower on top of Harry's casket right before the first shovel full of dirt was dumped on top. She stepped back with tears sliding silently down her face as her friend was buried. Ron reached out and held her hand as the last bit of dirt filled in the hole.
"Would anyone like to say something about the deceased?" Asked the man who was running the funeral. Ron slowly raised his hand. He cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Harry we were friends ever since the first day we came to Hogwarts. We met on the train and I distinctly remember that the first thing I said to you was "Are you really Harry Potter?" After that, we were best friends. Hermione became our friends after we rescued her from a mountain troll, and we did almost everything together," Ron sniffed. "We ate together, we did our homework together, and we sat in desks next to each other in our classes." Ron's voice sounded more and more constricted. "But now that desk is empty. And we will never do anything together again. We used to have lots of adventures, but now there will be no more adventures together. Goodbye Harry." By this time Ron, and most of the people around him had tears rolling down their face. Sirius and Remus, were in the back. Sirius was in his original form and covered in a cloak so he wouldn't be recognized.
"We never told him," Sirius said softly.
"What?" Remus asked.
"We never told him about Lily."
"Oh, that she was pregnant when she died."
"Yeah," Sirius said. Remus shook his head sadly.
"She was expected to have the child only about a week after she died," Sirius said. "It would've been about 11 months younger than Harry."
"Sirius."
"Yes?"
"Shut up." Sirius looked at Remus in shock. Remus had rarely ever said shut up to anyone, even Snape. He saw tears rolling down Remus's face and he was silent.
As the guests started to leave the cemetery most of them left flowers on Harry's grave. Sirius left immediately, Disapparating to the cave in Hogsmeade. Remus remained for a few more minutes and put flowers on Harry, Lily, and James' graves, then he Disapparated to his house.
About thirty minutes the graveyard was empty except for two people. One person was dressed in a dark brown cloak, while the other was dressed in purple.
"Dude, this guy was liked by a lot of people," said the person dressed in purple.
"Come on, let's just get him and get back to the Order. I'm freezing my ass off out here," said the person in brown. The person in purple walked up to the fresh grave and started to push the flowers off of the grave.
"Have you forgotten that you're a witch?" said the person in brown, rolling his eyes. He took out his wand and flicked it. All of the flowers flew up off of the grave and into a neat pile beside it.
"Show off," muttered the purple witch. She took out her wand and flicked it, causing all of the dirt to fly out of the grave. All that was left in the hole was the casket. The purple witch jumped down into the grave and pulled open the casket.
"I see dead people," she whispered as she looked in the casket.
"Oh c'mon, just levitate him up here so we can go." Snapped the person in brown. "How on earth did I get this job?" He muttered to himself.
"All right, here he is," She said, jumping up out of the grave with Harry's body levitating next to her. She put the dirt back into the grave and replaced the flowers as well.
"Let's go back to the Order," said the person in brown urgently. Touching Harry's cold hand, the purple witch disappeared with a small ping! A few moments later the brown cloaked person did the same.