**A/N I have never ever tried to make a chapter upsetting but this time I
am aiming to make people cry cos im evil. So tell me if I fail or if it
sounds really corny. And I will write a happy Harry fanfic sometime soon,
promise ( **
The thoughtful silence between Sirius and Harry was broken with a huge bang as the door fell down.
"What the. . ."
"Merlin! No!"
A huge group of Dementors had entered, gliding evilly towards Sirius. Harry's godfather was backing up against the wall, shaking and trembling as his best friend burst through the other door leading into the kitchen.
"Expecto Patronum!" Yelled Harry and Remus at the same time. Two stags shot out of their respective wands, and Harry gazed in wonder at Remus.
"You really loved him, Moony"
As the two stags circled the Dementors, Lupin looked down at his best friend's son.
"Yes, I did Harry. And I love you too. I want you to remember that."
Harry's eyes filled with tears.
"Thanks, Moony" he said softly.
Meanwhile one of the Dementors moved to the front of the crowd and simply brushed the patronuses out of the way. Lupin's eyes widened in shock, and he said softly,
"They can't do that! No Dementor could break a patronus. . ."
Meanwhile they were moving closer to Sirius, who curled up in a foetal position.
"No. . .James. . .Harry. . .I'm sorry. . .it's all my fault, I should have saved you. . .I didn't mean to. . .I'm sorry, so sorry. . ."
"Expecto Patronum!" Yelled Harry again, but the shadowy stag had no effect on Voldemort's dark creatures, except for annoying them. They moved closer to Sirius, and Harry fired off another ineffective Patronus. Then Lupin sprang forwards towards his friend.
"Padfoot! Hold on!"
But it was too late. A Dementor pulled off it's hood and lowered it's mouth to Sirius, who was screaming and gagging. As Lupin frantically tried to pull Sirius away from the Dementors, one cast a wandless disarming spell which sent Lupin flying into Harry. Then, a chill settled over the whole room, and the Dementor carelessly dropped Sirius' limp body. Harry's godfather stared dully at the ceiling, ignoring the milling Dementors and screaming wizards.
And then Lupin did something stupid. He raised his wand, eyes blazing with fury, and bellowed
"Retragto"
Several Dementors fell to the floor, shrieking in agony. Harry gazed, horrified at Lupin. He had just cast the Darkest Magic that Harry had ever seen. This was worse than. . .even worse than the Cruciatus. There were no words for magic that could hurt creatures with no feelings or emotions. Where the hell had Lupin learnt that?
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as a Dementor approached Harry, who was inadvertently cowering behind Lupin. Suddenly his head filled with more sounds than he had ever heard before. His mother screaming, his uncle shouting, Voldemort hissing, the rush of wind through his ears as he had jumped from the tower.
The sounds rose in a crescendo until Harry began to scream, louder and louder, his mind blank. And then, suddenly, silence, and the rustle of a Dementor moving towards Lupin, bending, as they al concentrated, and Harry suddenly realised one was clutching his wand. These Dementors were hybrids; no normal one was that clever. They were evil, and Harry suddenly realised he would die screaming for mercy at the hands of Voldemort's creatures, as his parents had died for him at the hand of Voldemort.
"No!" he shouted, and the world became clearer. He felt his whole body shake with fury and hatred for Voldemort and these Dementors he had modified. Mustering up every ounce of magic he could feel, he threw out his hands and again cast the Patronus, without his wand.
The stag that appeared this time was much more solid. It was black instead of white and charged towards the Dementors, goring one of them and ripping a chunk out of another's face. They all stepped back, in horror, but they had nowhere to hide. Harry's legs felt like lead as he watched them all die with screams of pain.
When the last one had crumpled with a final shriek of pain he suddenly leapt to his feet, trying to stop his legs from buckling, and raced to the pile of dark robes. Throwing them to the side, he found the lighter robes Lupin was wearing after what seemed like an eternity.
"Moony? Moony! Moony, no, please Moony, come back!"
Tears rolled down his face as he screamed his friends name into the growing darkness.
"Remus! Siri! Padfoot! Moony! Don't leave me all alone, please, don't leave me! I love you, both of you. Please. . .please, come back. . ."
He screamed until his voice was gone, and then whispered, and finally fell silent, in the charred ruins of what had almost been his new home, clutching the soulless bodies of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to him as though he would never let go of them.
The Dementors had wrecked the house; the windows were broken and outside the wind howled ferociously. The walls were charred, several paintings and pictures burnt to a crisp. The tang of Dark Magic was still in the house, causing Harry's throat to tighten in horror. He had produced an evil patronus - what the hell did that make him? How had he managed to corrupt the only spell made of pure love into something dark?
Burying his head in his lifeless godfather's robes, he began to sob again, hoping that somehow it would bring him back to life. As a child, looking through the crack in the living room door, he had watched films where people thought to be dead would suddenly wake up, and they would live happily ever after. But deep down, he knew that wouldn't happen.
Suddenly cold inside, Harry edged away from Sirius' blank face and wrapped his tattered robes around him. Night had fallen on the little cottage now, and the night was so cloudy that no stars could be seen.
Slowly rising to his feet, he moved outside, sinking down against the cracked and splintered door and taking a huge breath of fresh air.
'Could I have saved them?' he asked himself, aloud.
'I conjured the Patronus with the anger that Siri's kiss gave me. . .but why didn't I think of my parents? Why couldn't I have saved them both?'
He didn't care that his voice had turned into a whine, or that he was cold, and this throat and eyes ached from crying. He didn't care that he hadn't eaten for nearly three days, or that he was all alone in a house where two strong and brave wizards had been brutally murdered. He didn't care about anything, until a light breeze blew a scrap of paper into his hands.
It was a photograph of his parents, one corner burnt and blackened. They were holding hands, with Sirius and Remus on either side of them, all four laughing and waving at the camera. And then, Harry didn't even care that he must be holding the work of Peter Pettigrew, as he wasn't in the picture.
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Draco looked imploringly at Snape, who had made him do some Potions work to stop him whinging.
"Sev. . .can't I see Harry. . .just floo over for a few minutes?"
Snape shook his head absently.
"Hogwarts isn't connected to the floo network"
"Yes it is"
Snape sighed.
"The reason I don't want you to go is that Harry and his godfather need to make up. That will probably involve spending large amounts of time together to form a bond, and if you're flooing over there every 10 minutes they won't be able to get any sort of bond except one of mutual annoyance of you!"
Draco huffed, but still looked imploringly.
"Just to check if he's alright? For 5 minutes. . .and then I won't go again. Except to wish him Happy Christmas"
"Oh okay then. Merlin you whinge!"
Draco grinned impishly and threw some powder into the fireplace, calling the name of 'Black Manor' and disappearing with a pop.
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Ten seconds later his head appeared, ashen faced.
"Severus, you have to come, NOW!"
Quickly getting up and wondering what on earth had happened now, Snape flooed over to Black's house. The sight he saw made him gasp in horror.
The picturesque house was charred and smelled of pain and fear. Just like. . .
"Dementors"
"I'll say" agreed Draco, still looking shaky. "There are a load of them dead in the kitchen"
Snape hurried through and looked in stunned disgust at the mound of Dementors. They were all wearing black robes except for two. . .
"Oh no" he whispered, stepping over Dementors to reach the lifeless bodies of Lupin and Black.
"Harry!" yelled Draco, looking terrified and nauseated. Belatedly, Snape realised Draco had probably never seen anyone who's been Kissed before.
"Go and look for him" said Snape, making some pretence of checking the two men.
About a minute later, Snape heard Draco call out "I've found him!"
Snape rushed in, to see Draco carrying Harry, tears running down the Slytherin's face. He bowed his head in sorrow and pushed Harry's hair away.
As he did, Harry stirred and opened his eyes, almost giving them both a heart attack.
"They died, Sev" he whispered, his eyes red and swollen. "Why couldn't I have protected them? Why does everyone have to die?"
Snape looked sharply at Draco. "Go back to my rooms. I'll be there right away."
Draco nodded and flooed back.
Snape looked at Harry and spoke in a low and deadly voice.
"None of this is your fault, Harry. NONE of it. Never talk like that!"
Then his face softened and he said in a more gentle tone,
"Come on, Harry. Lets go home. . ."
But Harry was already asleep in Snape's arms.
The thoughtful silence between Sirius and Harry was broken with a huge bang as the door fell down.
"What the. . ."
"Merlin! No!"
A huge group of Dementors had entered, gliding evilly towards Sirius. Harry's godfather was backing up against the wall, shaking and trembling as his best friend burst through the other door leading into the kitchen.
"Expecto Patronum!" Yelled Harry and Remus at the same time. Two stags shot out of their respective wands, and Harry gazed in wonder at Remus.
"You really loved him, Moony"
As the two stags circled the Dementors, Lupin looked down at his best friend's son.
"Yes, I did Harry. And I love you too. I want you to remember that."
Harry's eyes filled with tears.
"Thanks, Moony" he said softly.
Meanwhile one of the Dementors moved to the front of the crowd and simply brushed the patronuses out of the way. Lupin's eyes widened in shock, and he said softly,
"They can't do that! No Dementor could break a patronus. . ."
Meanwhile they were moving closer to Sirius, who curled up in a foetal position.
"No. . .James. . .Harry. . .I'm sorry. . .it's all my fault, I should have saved you. . .I didn't mean to. . .I'm sorry, so sorry. . ."
"Expecto Patronum!" Yelled Harry again, but the shadowy stag had no effect on Voldemort's dark creatures, except for annoying them. They moved closer to Sirius, and Harry fired off another ineffective Patronus. Then Lupin sprang forwards towards his friend.
"Padfoot! Hold on!"
But it was too late. A Dementor pulled off it's hood and lowered it's mouth to Sirius, who was screaming and gagging. As Lupin frantically tried to pull Sirius away from the Dementors, one cast a wandless disarming spell which sent Lupin flying into Harry. Then, a chill settled over the whole room, and the Dementor carelessly dropped Sirius' limp body. Harry's godfather stared dully at the ceiling, ignoring the milling Dementors and screaming wizards.
And then Lupin did something stupid. He raised his wand, eyes blazing with fury, and bellowed
"Retragto"
Several Dementors fell to the floor, shrieking in agony. Harry gazed, horrified at Lupin. He had just cast the Darkest Magic that Harry had ever seen. This was worse than. . .even worse than the Cruciatus. There were no words for magic that could hurt creatures with no feelings or emotions. Where the hell had Lupin learnt that?
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as a Dementor approached Harry, who was inadvertently cowering behind Lupin. Suddenly his head filled with more sounds than he had ever heard before. His mother screaming, his uncle shouting, Voldemort hissing, the rush of wind through his ears as he had jumped from the tower.
The sounds rose in a crescendo until Harry began to scream, louder and louder, his mind blank. And then, suddenly, silence, and the rustle of a Dementor moving towards Lupin, bending, as they al concentrated, and Harry suddenly realised one was clutching his wand. These Dementors were hybrids; no normal one was that clever. They were evil, and Harry suddenly realised he would die screaming for mercy at the hands of Voldemort's creatures, as his parents had died for him at the hand of Voldemort.
"No!" he shouted, and the world became clearer. He felt his whole body shake with fury and hatred for Voldemort and these Dementors he had modified. Mustering up every ounce of magic he could feel, he threw out his hands and again cast the Patronus, without his wand.
The stag that appeared this time was much more solid. It was black instead of white and charged towards the Dementors, goring one of them and ripping a chunk out of another's face. They all stepped back, in horror, but they had nowhere to hide. Harry's legs felt like lead as he watched them all die with screams of pain.
When the last one had crumpled with a final shriek of pain he suddenly leapt to his feet, trying to stop his legs from buckling, and raced to the pile of dark robes. Throwing them to the side, he found the lighter robes Lupin was wearing after what seemed like an eternity.
"Moony? Moony! Moony, no, please Moony, come back!"
Tears rolled down his face as he screamed his friends name into the growing darkness.
"Remus! Siri! Padfoot! Moony! Don't leave me all alone, please, don't leave me! I love you, both of you. Please. . .please, come back. . ."
He screamed until his voice was gone, and then whispered, and finally fell silent, in the charred ruins of what had almost been his new home, clutching the soulless bodies of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to him as though he would never let go of them.
The Dementors had wrecked the house; the windows were broken and outside the wind howled ferociously. The walls were charred, several paintings and pictures burnt to a crisp. The tang of Dark Magic was still in the house, causing Harry's throat to tighten in horror. He had produced an evil patronus - what the hell did that make him? How had he managed to corrupt the only spell made of pure love into something dark?
Burying his head in his lifeless godfather's robes, he began to sob again, hoping that somehow it would bring him back to life. As a child, looking through the crack in the living room door, he had watched films where people thought to be dead would suddenly wake up, and they would live happily ever after. But deep down, he knew that wouldn't happen.
Suddenly cold inside, Harry edged away from Sirius' blank face and wrapped his tattered robes around him. Night had fallen on the little cottage now, and the night was so cloudy that no stars could be seen.
Slowly rising to his feet, he moved outside, sinking down against the cracked and splintered door and taking a huge breath of fresh air.
'Could I have saved them?' he asked himself, aloud.
'I conjured the Patronus with the anger that Siri's kiss gave me. . .but why didn't I think of my parents? Why couldn't I have saved them both?'
He didn't care that his voice had turned into a whine, or that he was cold, and this throat and eyes ached from crying. He didn't care that he hadn't eaten for nearly three days, or that he was all alone in a house where two strong and brave wizards had been brutally murdered. He didn't care about anything, until a light breeze blew a scrap of paper into his hands.
It was a photograph of his parents, one corner burnt and blackened. They were holding hands, with Sirius and Remus on either side of them, all four laughing and waving at the camera. And then, Harry didn't even care that he must be holding the work of Peter Pettigrew, as he wasn't in the picture.
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Draco looked imploringly at Snape, who had made him do some Potions work to stop him whinging.
"Sev. . .can't I see Harry. . .just floo over for a few minutes?"
Snape shook his head absently.
"Hogwarts isn't connected to the floo network"
"Yes it is"
Snape sighed.
"The reason I don't want you to go is that Harry and his godfather need to make up. That will probably involve spending large amounts of time together to form a bond, and if you're flooing over there every 10 minutes they won't be able to get any sort of bond except one of mutual annoyance of you!"
Draco huffed, but still looked imploringly.
"Just to check if he's alright? For 5 minutes. . .and then I won't go again. Except to wish him Happy Christmas"
"Oh okay then. Merlin you whinge!"
Draco grinned impishly and threw some powder into the fireplace, calling the name of 'Black Manor' and disappearing with a pop.
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Ten seconds later his head appeared, ashen faced.
"Severus, you have to come, NOW!"
Quickly getting up and wondering what on earth had happened now, Snape flooed over to Black's house. The sight he saw made him gasp in horror.
The picturesque house was charred and smelled of pain and fear. Just like. . .
"Dementors"
"I'll say" agreed Draco, still looking shaky. "There are a load of them dead in the kitchen"
Snape hurried through and looked in stunned disgust at the mound of Dementors. They were all wearing black robes except for two. . .
"Oh no" he whispered, stepping over Dementors to reach the lifeless bodies of Lupin and Black.
"Harry!" yelled Draco, looking terrified and nauseated. Belatedly, Snape realised Draco had probably never seen anyone who's been Kissed before.
"Go and look for him" said Snape, making some pretence of checking the two men.
About a minute later, Snape heard Draco call out "I've found him!"
Snape rushed in, to see Draco carrying Harry, tears running down the Slytherin's face. He bowed his head in sorrow and pushed Harry's hair away.
As he did, Harry stirred and opened his eyes, almost giving them both a heart attack.
"They died, Sev" he whispered, his eyes red and swollen. "Why couldn't I have protected them? Why does everyone have to die?"
Snape looked sharply at Draco. "Go back to my rooms. I'll be there right away."
Draco nodded and flooed back.
Snape looked at Harry and spoke in a low and deadly voice.
"None of this is your fault, Harry. NONE of it. Never talk like that!"
Then his face softened and he said in a more gentle tone,
"Come on, Harry. Lets go home. . ."
But Harry was already asleep in Snape's arms.