Disclaimer: All I own is the stuff that's in my house. And well these
characters aren't in my house, I wonder what I'd say (Or do) if they were….
A/N: Hey sorry this took a while but hey, I have exams and I got writers block.
Chapter 10
Harry sat there for a long time; it lost track of the minutes as the fluttered by, it didn't mean anything to him. He though that he should say something, a prayer, but he found he had nothing to say. He did however close Snape's eyes for him but nothing else. So he just sat there watching the man before him, looking as if he were sleeping.
After what seemed like an age he stood up and Apperated to the bomb shelter carrying Snape's body. As he descended down the stairs, people were happy that he was safe and sound, they didn't seem to notice what he was carrying. Until he approached Remus Lupin that was.
"Harry what's wrong with Severus?" Harry didn't answer. "My goodness, he's dead."
"What…?"
"Fucking hell…"
"What happened?" Voices followed him as he went to the back of the room where there was a sort of fireplace. Harry laid Snape on it.
"Why, was he the only one who came?" No one answered. "Why! Are we all cowards here? Do we not want to fight on the side of light or do we really want eternal darkness?"
"Harry…" Eliza piped up. "He didn't want any body else to come. He said that we shouldn't go. I'm so sorry, that your father's dead."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Excuse me?"
"I thought he was your father. You look a little bit alike, I'm sorry I just presumed."
Harry smiled slightly and shook his head. "My father died along time ago, along with my mother. But that's not the point. The point now is that." Harry gave up. No one in their number had died in at lest eighteen months. Seeing some one he knew really quite well, dead. He almost gave up the fight. Another person who had loved Harry had died to save him. Snape was now another name on the list making a total of three.
'What's the point?' he asked himself. 'Really, why bother to fight, the world is such a mess, muggles hate us yet we struggle to keep them safe.' "The point is…" he tried again, and again he failed. Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek, and he realised that he was crying again.
He felt a pair of timid arms around him, to find that they were Eliza's. "Don't worry. Every thing will be all right. Just hold on, you have to keep fighting. He would want you to keep fighting." Harry nodded crying slightly into her shoulder.
~~x~~
Harry was outside yet again enjoying the sensation of the wind blowing at his hair. He heard someone come up behind him and a kiss on his neck. "Tell me what happened?" Eliza asked.
"What's there to say? He died to save me." Harry drew a breath. "Just like my parents. They didn't deserve to die. Not for me."
Eliza rested her hands on his shoulders. "How did they die?"
"I told you. The same guy who is after me murdered them. Lord Voldemort he calls himself."
She turned Harry around and got a bit of hair out of his eyes to reveal his scar. "That's an interesting shaped cut you've got there. How did you get it?"
The question took Harry completely by surprise; he virtually never got asked it, only when he was living in the muggle world before he even knew himself.
"He gave it to me, tried to kill me too." He started to walk away, "now please, can you leave me alone."
He went back in the shelter, but every one there wanted to know what happened as well, all except Sirius, who had obviously decided to leave him alone and not to badger him. So that's who Harry went to.
"Hi Harry. You ok?"
Slowly Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around his godfather.
"I dunno Sirius, every thing in my head is so messed up." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eliza standing by the doorway looking as though she had been out done by something.
"It is with every one." Sirius muttered stroking the back of his head. "It is with every one."
A/N: Hey sorry this took a while but hey, I have exams and I got writers block.
Chapter 10
Harry sat there for a long time; it lost track of the minutes as the fluttered by, it didn't mean anything to him. He though that he should say something, a prayer, but he found he had nothing to say. He did however close Snape's eyes for him but nothing else. So he just sat there watching the man before him, looking as if he were sleeping.
After what seemed like an age he stood up and Apperated to the bomb shelter carrying Snape's body. As he descended down the stairs, people were happy that he was safe and sound, they didn't seem to notice what he was carrying. Until he approached Remus Lupin that was.
"Harry what's wrong with Severus?" Harry didn't answer. "My goodness, he's dead."
"What…?"
"Fucking hell…"
"What happened?" Voices followed him as he went to the back of the room where there was a sort of fireplace. Harry laid Snape on it.
"Why, was he the only one who came?" No one answered. "Why! Are we all cowards here? Do we not want to fight on the side of light or do we really want eternal darkness?"
"Harry…" Eliza piped up. "He didn't want any body else to come. He said that we shouldn't go. I'm so sorry, that your father's dead."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Excuse me?"
"I thought he was your father. You look a little bit alike, I'm sorry I just presumed."
Harry smiled slightly and shook his head. "My father died along time ago, along with my mother. But that's not the point. The point now is that." Harry gave up. No one in their number had died in at lest eighteen months. Seeing some one he knew really quite well, dead. He almost gave up the fight. Another person who had loved Harry had died to save him. Snape was now another name on the list making a total of three.
'What's the point?' he asked himself. 'Really, why bother to fight, the world is such a mess, muggles hate us yet we struggle to keep them safe.' "The point is…" he tried again, and again he failed. Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek, and he realised that he was crying again.
He felt a pair of timid arms around him, to find that they were Eliza's. "Don't worry. Every thing will be all right. Just hold on, you have to keep fighting. He would want you to keep fighting." Harry nodded crying slightly into her shoulder.
~~x~~
Harry was outside yet again enjoying the sensation of the wind blowing at his hair. He heard someone come up behind him and a kiss on his neck. "Tell me what happened?" Eliza asked.
"What's there to say? He died to save me." Harry drew a breath. "Just like my parents. They didn't deserve to die. Not for me."
Eliza rested her hands on his shoulders. "How did they die?"
"I told you. The same guy who is after me murdered them. Lord Voldemort he calls himself."
She turned Harry around and got a bit of hair out of his eyes to reveal his scar. "That's an interesting shaped cut you've got there. How did you get it?"
The question took Harry completely by surprise; he virtually never got asked it, only when he was living in the muggle world before he even knew himself.
"He gave it to me, tried to kill me too." He started to walk away, "now please, can you leave me alone."
He went back in the shelter, but every one there wanted to know what happened as well, all except Sirius, who had obviously decided to leave him alone and not to badger him. So that's who Harry went to.
"Hi Harry. You ok?"
Slowly Harry shook his head and wrapped his arms around his godfather.
"I dunno Sirius, every thing in my head is so messed up." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eliza standing by the doorway looking as though she had been out done by something.
"It is with every one." Sirius muttered stroking the back of his head. "It is with every one."