When we last saw the rest of the gang- Harry was
by Caitlyn
notes- I dont own them! The storylines all mine though! (grins proudly to herself and accepts her medal of recognition) This is really hard to get done with school! So sorry if it takes a while for chapters to imerge...is that how you spell it? lol Anyways! Please review I would totally appreciate it cuz this is my save haven in an awful crummy day! *which happens alot during high school! So read and review my many friends!Erica my emails broken so I hope you get to read this! Its really short! Sorry! Dedicated to my Uncle David..who took the flight from Newark to San Fransicsco every other week. September 11th was his week off. And to all of the victims of the horrible tragety that happened a year and a day ago. God bless America.
ok- so.....I've decided to reply to reviews! so here it tis!
Hugh McDougal- Thanks! Really appreciate that! I looked at your site and its got my thumbs up..if I ever finish these stories I'd be glad to put them on it!
Lady Kathrine Potter- Thanks for the great review..these chapters are all a staller for what's to come because I've been coming up with zillions of different ways to throw Harry and Ginny back together again...plus the whole thing with James..it should be interesting...:)
Swirly Stars- Hey I read your story and I really like it! And I agree these are the total best! They are awesome to write and read! Keep up the good work!
and without further ado-
What the Past Can't Leave Behind You 4/4-13
April 2nd, 1996
" Just try a little bit harder....I'm not trying to make this difficult for you..do you want to walk again or not?."
The room, with it's white shiny walls and tiles seemed to be closing in around him, and Harry closed his eyes tightly at the brightness of it.
" Why the bloody hell should I?" he awnsered, annoyed, "I'm dying and I don't know who I am....walking is insignifigant.."
"You know that's not the case...now come on..they just gave you a biopsy and theres a good chance you could even have.."
"A couple more years..what good is that going to do me?" Harry said bitterly, and took a deep breath, trying to calm down,"I'm sorry..it's just..I've been really tired..and every time I try to go to sleep..."
"The nightmares.." the doctor awnsered simply, and Harry nodded.
"Look, help me up and I'll try and stand again.."Harry said quietly,"And then you can take me back to the train station..where everyone can oggle at the strange teenager in the wheelchair with the large gash across his neck.."
"Harry.."
"I'm not going to talk about this.."Harry added softly, getting up and into the chair without realising it.
"Harry.."
"What?" he snapped, and looked down at the chair he was sitting in, a small grin lighting his face.
"I did it.."he realised slowly, and turned towards the doctor, smiling.
"Alright..let's get you back to the station..go on..into the chair.." he sat down in his wheelchair, and she pushed him down the hallway towards the elevator, and wheeled him inside.
When they got to the station Harry got lifted into his chair, and rolled towards the platform with his doctor holding his bag and crutches.
She helped him up nad he grabbed the crutches, and grinned at her.
"Thanks Doctor Lindsey..see you next month.."he told her, and she nodded.
"Of course Harry..see you.."he got on the train, and glanced out the window at the people in the station as they sped by, a boy with bleached blonde hair catching his attention for just a moment afterwards.
where have I seen him before?
The thought vanished quickly from his mind, and he grabbed his journal, begining to write, pulling his jacket around his shoulders.
And at that same moment Draco Malfoy could of sworn he felt the prescence of his now desceased friend. It was probably because he was on his way back from his funeral..He looked down at the speech he had written and back up at the train that was now almost gone. Was it even possible? They never found a body.And he could of sworn....But then he stopped. Because of what Harry had once said to him..something that Dumbledore had told him...It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. And thats what they had to do. Live. And that was the problem....
Harry James
Potter..born July 31rst, 1980, died February 2nd, 1996. Its funny to think
about..when I first met him I was completely opposite to what I am now.
I remember asking him about quidditch...what house he was going to be in...and
he was distant..I thought it then for rudeness but now I seem to understand
it more. For someone who lost so much early in life but then had so much
to live up to ...he was going through a frightening thing. And I was so
rude to him for his first four years. I guess I deserved to be turned into
a ferret..didn't I? It wasn't until he was the one who needed saving that
I realised who I truly was. And when I told him I wanted to help I probably
got the first solid facial expression out of him in months..even though
it was only disbelief, he did make a sarcastic comment....when he finally
found Gin...the look on his face was priceless..it's the thing that got
him talking again. He was almost back to normal...and things were going
alright...but when he dissapeared..he asked me not to ask him where he
was....he just went back to the Weasley's after talking to Sirius and Remus...and
now they're free thanks to him. He saved them..just like he saved all of
us. He died to save Ron and Hermione..and he died to save all of us. It
almost makes me angry...but he said he had to be the hero in the situation...it
was almost like he knew what was going to happen like clockwork..the curse..the
countercurse..the fire...But I know he loved all of us..he loved Ginny..and
loved his friends..and we loved him..no matter how many times we got in
fights or said we hated eachother..how many times he saved us..and how
many times we saved him. They never found his body..but if Harry was here
I think he would be telling us something he mentioned to me last summer..something
Dumbledore had once told him.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. To my best
friend...the boy who lived so many times...and gave his life for the prospect
of a better tommarow.
With a small sad smile, Draco folded the crinkled piece of paper, smeared with tears, and set out to the face the rest of his life. The same thing that Harry was doing..but as they would find out..practically nothing in one's past will stay there. You can't leave your past behind you.
The end....... for now\
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night night night nights! =Caitlyn ITS WORKING! ITS WORKING! YAY! FINALLY!