Dumbledore stood up at breakfast, once every one was there. Slightly
shaking,
with a grave look upon his face he said, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Harry Potter, The
Boy Who Lived, has died." A murmur of frantic scared voices filled the room. "This was
Not an act from Voldemort but a self inflicted wound after years of pain and suffering. I
believe a moment of silent would be most proper at this time." He looked down at his
plate and silence followed when he looked up he had a tear falling down his face.
McGonagall burst out crying a Snape even had to hold him self back from a sorrow
look. The only people that did not seem to care overly were the Sylitherins, especially
Draco Malfoy. Hermione ran out of the room crying in disbelief. Ron just sat there cold
staring at his forgotten food. Everyone was sadden and looking glum if not crying freely.
Dumbledore continued, "There will be a funeral for him in one weeks time, here in the
Great Hall at 7. You are not expected to attend but it would be appreciated. Classes will
be dismissed for the rest of the day. Also the girls bathroom on the second floor, where
the ghost Myrtle resigns, is off limits to everyone. If anyone wants to talk or just be
listened to, myself and the rest of the staff members are all ways here to help." With that
walked out of the Great Hall in search of Ms. Granger, leaving behind the rest of
Hogwarts to their own sorrow.
For the rest of the week, not a happy face was seen. Laughter was gone from the old
halls of Hogwarts as with the student's sprit. Soon the day of Harry's funeral had come. The
tables in the Great Hall were all swept away except for one smaller one where the teacher's
table usually was. There on the table was a casket with its lid closed. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley
were in the front row crying their eyes out. "If only … I …ha..ha..had…Harry…ov…ov…ove…over
…this summer……he might still be Here!" She bawled out. Soon the whole room was filled to
the rim of many people dressed in formal black robes. The ones in the front rows knew Harry
very well, Hermione, Ron and his family, the Qudditch team, the teachers, and all of
Gryffindor. The next section was the rest of the school and people that knew him okay. In the
back were many, many people that Harry didn't know, but they all came to morn the lost of
the boy who had saved them all. Not a dry eye in the house, as Dumbledore spoke of how
wonderful Harry was. Everyone saddened and heartbroken. Even the reporters had a hard
time in asking people questions for their stories. After the ceremony, only Harry's closest
friends gathered to watch the casket with him inside it be buried. On his Tomb stone it read:
Rest In Peace,
Harry James Potter
6 feet under,
where he resides,
the boy who lived,
the boy who died,
all that knew him,
knew of his strengths,
and just how great
a human can be.
Saving everyone from the worst,
Voldemort, came too soon,
For Baby Harry beat him too
On and on
As Harry Grew
He found and fought
To save our world
Wishes that he could be
Saved from this place
Alive with hope and risen again
We say good bye to
Our hero
Harry Potter
The Boy Who Lived
A/N: Hehehe Sorry I had to do that, just because everyone was so sure that I didn't kill Harry off, because I said that there was a next chapter. You are lucky I guess if you wanted Harry to live because I might have gone along that line if I didn't already write a lot of it out. Anyways, Thankz to all of you that Reviewed, it all ways helps me to make time to type out and post the next chapter.
Here's the list for chapter 2 that I would like to say THANKS! to:
-Melissa Lupin
-Canary: It seems that all my teachers are sadistic!
-Severus Snape: Almost thought of not adding you but for 100 house points I might do just about anything! (Love the name!)
-Kay
-MoonlitePhoenix
-Prophetess Of Hearts: I might sound dumb in asking but what's *Rae*?
-Kelsey
-Besnaped: I really like your SN.
-Teigra
-Nicky
-Sev Rickman: I like your SN too.
And now on with the story, plz R&R:
Chapter 3
Harry awoke once again. What a torture this was for himself. Thinking that he smiled a
demented evil and cruel smile. This is what he wanted pure torture. Opening his eyes,
grabbing his glasses looking around. Soon his eyes rested on……..Snape? Why was he here?
"Finally you're awake."
"But how?"
"That darn ghost was making such a racket; I got the honor to find out what was wrong with
her. You were almost dead, pity that I refuse not to be the one which kills you." What was
that? A hint of a smile? Coming from Snape?!
"Then go get a knife sir. Or maybe you would prefer a potion?"
"Oh, shut up. I tried to tell the head master I don't joke. But nooooo, 'try to make him laugh'
'laughter is the best medicine'…" He went on to himself.
"You're talking to yourself."
"Then talk with me; why are you killing yourself?"
"Because I get a kick out of defying death so many times." Sarcasm Harry could tell that it
was taking every thing out of Snape to talk to him politely and as if he really cared about him.
"Fine, but if you don't talk to me then its day in day out with a over cheerful Dumbledore."
"Only choices?"
"Quite"
"Why, may I ask, are you one of my choices?" He meant it as an insult and at first he thought
it worked, because the potion master's face became lost and oddly calm of past horrors replayed inside his head.
"Because I once was in the same place as you. Not feeling of any worth but through pain I
might come to get over or revenge the people I've killed." Pausing for a good moment, looking
around and continuing on, unsure if he should tell him, "I was a Death Eater for five years.
Straight out of Hogwarts I was promised power and respect from all. I was told that I'd have a
real family. My father who died when I was 6 and my mum when I was 14. Having a family
again was something I longed for. I moved quickly through the ranks to the inner circle. I
killed many with out a thought about it. Till one night when a little girl cried out to me, after I
killed her parent's and was going to kill her next, she asked me, 'Why did you take my family
away from me? Why? I need my mum and dad. Why?' crying her little eyes out and I realized
that I have been taking away other's families, just like mine was from me." A single tear ran
down his face not bothering to wipe it away, "I tried everything to make myself feel better – I
told Dumbledore and I turned coat. But that wasn't enough for me. I brought pain to myself
physically much like what you did and when that was not enough for me I turned to death.
Dumbledore helped me through it. Slowly and painfully in a bad way I got through it, both
unsure of what to do. Now he has asked me to tell you my story and for me to help you, by
talking and what not. I agreed rather quickly for helping you understand how wonderful life is
doesn't just help you, but myself also." Harry stared at Snape rather confused at why he
opened up so much to him? Did he really want to help him? Could he help him? The story
impacted him more than he would ever thought but along with who and how he shared the
story made him start to wonder if there was a way besides death. Maybe, maybe not. Snape
had left with out a word, letting Harry contemplate the world by himself.
Once again waking the next day, Harry saw Madam Promfery asleep on a chair right in front of the door, keeping guard. Harry had decided that Snape made the story up just to suck up to the headmaster or something. But today he wasn't quite as sure as he was yesterday. Sure the potion Mater could just be a good actor but could you really fake that tear or the haunting look in his eyes? Wither way Harry looked at it, it could be true. The once almost black and white world had turned into a rainbow of colors, each flashing and changing. Harry felt like torturing himself instead of deciding something as comical as if Snape was just abducted by aliens. How could he think like that? He had no right to. But upon realizing that since he felt like torturing himself, torture would be what he wanted – therefore not it wouldn't be torture just cruel entertainment. But if he didn't cause himself even more
hardships then he wouldn't be torturing wither……… and so on.
'Life sucks!' He yelled, throwing his hands up in disgust. 'Okay that's it, lets just go back to plan A – end it all!'
"Oh, glad to see your up. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh just shut up you old bat." He spitted out, sick of cheerful people. He didn't want conversation – is that so hard to ask for?
"Well quite rude! And to think I was going to feed you, maybe I won't now." With that she left for her office.
'Hmmm… Door open equals Jack Pot!' Getting out of bed and walking to the door, as soon as he got there though it opened before him where Dumbledore stood.
"Why, hello Harry. How are you today?" A grunt in reply. "Very good. Now where might you be heading?"
'AHHH! Stop with the darn cheerfulness. Wait, me being good equals him thinking I'm okay which equals me having freedom, freedom to kill myself! Perfect that's plan……. Plan number ummm which number am I on? Oh right, plan 7."
"I was just going to go tell Hermione and Ron where I was sir, I wouldn't want them to worry about me." He added a sugar sweet smile.
"Nice try Potter."
"Why hello Professor Snape, how might you be today?" 'Crap of course he has to come up here'
"Stop pretending, I can see right through it."
"What might you mean sir?" Dumbledore cut in before Snape could say anything.
"I will be talking to Ronald and Hermione today. I'll tell them that you are alright, now Harry back to bed. I know that you shouldn't be up yet, after all that has happened."
"FINE! JUST TAKE AWAY ALL OF MY FREEDOM!" Harry yelled as he stomped off back to bed.
"Don't anger my patient or I'll have to ask you to leave! Here Harry, I want you to eat all of this." Handing him a bowl with some type of meat soup in it.
"No."
"And, why not this time?"
"Because."
"Well you have to eat this, you need food!"
"No."
"Then I'm going to strap you down and force feed you."
"Ahh….time for me to be leaving. Have a good day." And with that the Headmaster left with a wink.
"Here give me that bowl, if anyone gets to strap him down I get to." Snape said with that dang smile again.
"Fine here." As left for her office once again.
"Not funny? Didn't think so. He's still telling me to try and make you laugh, but I'm not funny in the least."
"Talking to your self again."
"Well then talk with me."
"Is that your way of breaking the ice or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"You come in here, make a ….joke….about hurting me in one form or another and then talk to yourself till I tell you so, then the riot of telling me to talk with you."
"Um...no"
"Now you're lying."
"Right – let's get down to the reason I'm here."
"And that being?"
"To tell you how wonderful life is of course."
"Don't want to hear it so thank you for stopping by, please don't come back."
"Too bad."
"Then answer me this." Harry's face came to appear as if torn on if he should ask or not.
"What is it? I will only answer truthfully."
"Okay then, why are you the one well more like why are you willing to help me?"
"Because," dead silence, "I feel as if I help you I can feel as if more of my dept to society is paid off. So as I said before helping you helps me."
"So you don't care about me, just your own selfish reasons then?"
"Well…." How hard for him to say this, years down the drain, "I do care about your welfare."
"Right – nice talking don't return"
"No wait, I well…..err…..I ……um….. Well I as you know was not your father's friend in the least, correct? Well, can't believe that I'm telling you this, well I was your mother's friend. Lilly was great. She didn't care what house or what you looked like. She was loving and caring. Everyone loved her and wanted to be her friend, which worked perfectly because to Lily everyone was her friend."
"And you didn't want to tell me this why?" You're a loser expression pasted on his face.
"Let me get to it, well I was one of her very close friends and when she told me that she knew that she as going to marry James, I freaked out. I told her how alful he was and everything he has done to me. She just laughed then she asked me if I'd hate her child when she had one. As much as I hated James I told her that anything that comes from her can't be hated; only loved."
"Your not trying to say that you……..err….um….."
"No, of course not." Snape said going a bit red in the face, "You ended up being half James."
A hint, a whisper, of a smile flashed upon Harry's face. In that second Harry decided that Snape, even with his odd personality change, was telling the truth.
"Sir, I would like to go see Myrtle."
A/N: Please Read and Review. Flames about it are welcomed of course. I'll try to get the next chapter out before preparing for the finals start for me! I HATE FINALS! But at least as soon as they are done school is out! Till next time!
with a grave look upon his face he said, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Harry Potter, The
Boy Who Lived, has died." A murmur of frantic scared voices filled the room. "This was
Not an act from Voldemort but a self inflicted wound after years of pain and suffering. I
believe a moment of silent would be most proper at this time." He looked down at his
plate and silence followed when he looked up he had a tear falling down his face.
McGonagall burst out crying a Snape even had to hold him self back from a sorrow
look. The only people that did not seem to care overly were the Sylitherins, especially
Draco Malfoy. Hermione ran out of the room crying in disbelief. Ron just sat there cold
staring at his forgotten food. Everyone was sadden and looking glum if not crying freely.
Dumbledore continued, "There will be a funeral for him in one weeks time, here in the
Great Hall at 7. You are not expected to attend but it would be appreciated. Classes will
be dismissed for the rest of the day. Also the girls bathroom on the second floor, where
the ghost Myrtle resigns, is off limits to everyone. If anyone wants to talk or just be
listened to, myself and the rest of the staff members are all ways here to help." With that
walked out of the Great Hall in search of Ms. Granger, leaving behind the rest of
Hogwarts to their own sorrow.
For the rest of the week, not a happy face was seen. Laughter was gone from the old
halls of Hogwarts as with the student's sprit. Soon the day of Harry's funeral had come. The
tables in the Great Hall were all swept away except for one smaller one where the teacher's
table usually was. There on the table was a casket with its lid closed. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley
were in the front row crying their eyes out. "If only … I …ha..ha..had…Harry…ov…ov…ove…over
…this summer……he might still be Here!" She bawled out. Soon the whole room was filled to
the rim of many people dressed in formal black robes. The ones in the front rows knew Harry
very well, Hermione, Ron and his family, the Qudditch team, the teachers, and all of
Gryffindor. The next section was the rest of the school and people that knew him okay. In the
back were many, many people that Harry didn't know, but they all came to morn the lost of
the boy who had saved them all. Not a dry eye in the house, as Dumbledore spoke of how
wonderful Harry was. Everyone saddened and heartbroken. Even the reporters had a hard
time in asking people questions for their stories. After the ceremony, only Harry's closest
friends gathered to watch the casket with him inside it be buried. On his Tomb stone it read:
Rest In Peace,
Harry James Potter
6 feet under,
where he resides,
the boy who lived,
the boy who died,
all that knew him,
knew of his strengths,
and just how great
a human can be.
Saving everyone from the worst,
Voldemort, came too soon,
For Baby Harry beat him too
On and on
As Harry Grew
He found and fought
To save our world
Wishes that he could be
Saved from this place
Alive with hope and risen again
We say good bye to
Our hero
Harry Potter
The Boy Who Lived
A/N: Hehehe Sorry I had to do that, just because everyone was so sure that I didn't kill Harry off, because I said that there was a next chapter. You are lucky I guess if you wanted Harry to live because I might have gone along that line if I didn't already write a lot of it out. Anyways, Thankz to all of you that Reviewed, it all ways helps me to make time to type out and post the next chapter.
Here's the list for chapter 2 that I would like to say THANKS! to:
-Melissa Lupin
-Canary: It seems that all my teachers are sadistic!
-Severus Snape: Almost thought of not adding you but for 100 house points I might do just about anything! (Love the name!)
-Kay
-MoonlitePhoenix
-Prophetess Of Hearts: I might sound dumb in asking but what's *Rae*?
-Kelsey
-Besnaped: I really like your SN.
-Teigra
-Nicky
-Sev Rickman: I like your SN too.
And now on with the story, plz R&R:
Chapter 3
Harry awoke once again. What a torture this was for himself. Thinking that he smiled a
demented evil and cruel smile. This is what he wanted pure torture. Opening his eyes,
grabbing his glasses looking around. Soon his eyes rested on……..Snape? Why was he here?
"Finally you're awake."
"But how?"
"That darn ghost was making such a racket; I got the honor to find out what was wrong with
her. You were almost dead, pity that I refuse not to be the one which kills you." What was
that? A hint of a smile? Coming from Snape?!
"Then go get a knife sir. Or maybe you would prefer a potion?"
"Oh, shut up. I tried to tell the head master I don't joke. But nooooo, 'try to make him laugh'
'laughter is the best medicine'…" He went on to himself.
"You're talking to yourself."
"Then talk with me; why are you killing yourself?"
"Because I get a kick out of defying death so many times." Sarcasm Harry could tell that it
was taking every thing out of Snape to talk to him politely and as if he really cared about him.
"Fine, but if you don't talk to me then its day in day out with a over cheerful Dumbledore."
"Only choices?"
"Quite"
"Why, may I ask, are you one of my choices?" He meant it as an insult and at first he thought
it worked, because the potion master's face became lost and oddly calm of past horrors replayed inside his head.
"Because I once was in the same place as you. Not feeling of any worth but through pain I
might come to get over or revenge the people I've killed." Pausing for a good moment, looking
around and continuing on, unsure if he should tell him, "I was a Death Eater for five years.
Straight out of Hogwarts I was promised power and respect from all. I was told that I'd have a
real family. My father who died when I was 6 and my mum when I was 14. Having a family
again was something I longed for. I moved quickly through the ranks to the inner circle. I
killed many with out a thought about it. Till one night when a little girl cried out to me, after I
killed her parent's and was going to kill her next, she asked me, 'Why did you take my family
away from me? Why? I need my mum and dad. Why?' crying her little eyes out and I realized
that I have been taking away other's families, just like mine was from me." A single tear ran
down his face not bothering to wipe it away, "I tried everything to make myself feel better – I
told Dumbledore and I turned coat. But that wasn't enough for me. I brought pain to myself
physically much like what you did and when that was not enough for me I turned to death.
Dumbledore helped me through it. Slowly and painfully in a bad way I got through it, both
unsure of what to do. Now he has asked me to tell you my story and for me to help you, by
talking and what not. I agreed rather quickly for helping you understand how wonderful life is
doesn't just help you, but myself also." Harry stared at Snape rather confused at why he
opened up so much to him? Did he really want to help him? Could he help him? The story
impacted him more than he would ever thought but along with who and how he shared the
story made him start to wonder if there was a way besides death. Maybe, maybe not. Snape
had left with out a word, letting Harry contemplate the world by himself.
Once again waking the next day, Harry saw Madam Promfery asleep on a chair right in front of the door, keeping guard. Harry had decided that Snape made the story up just to suck up to the headmaster or something. But today he wasn't quite as sure as he was yesterday. Sure the potion Mater could just be a good actor but could you really fake that tear or the haunting look in his eyes? Wither way Harry looked at it, it could be true. The once almost black and white world had turned into a rainbow of colors, each flashing and changing. Harry felt like torturing himself instead of deciding something as comical as if Snape was just abducted by aliens. How could he think like that? He had no right to. But upon realizing that since he felt like torturing himself, torture would be what he wanted – therefore not it wouldn't be torture just cruel entertainment. But if he didn't cause himself even more
hardships then he wouldn't be torturing wither……… and so on.
'Life sucks!' He yelled, throwing his hands up in disgust. 'Okay that's it, lets just go back to plan A – end it all!'
"Oh, glad to see your up. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh just shut up you old bat." He spitted out, sick of cheerful people. He didn't want conversation – is that so hard to ask for?
"Well quite rude! And to think I was going to feed you, maybe I won't now." With that she left for her office.
'Hmmm… Door open equals Jack Pot!' Getting out of bed and walking to the door, as soon as he got there though it opened before him where Dumbledore stood.
"Why, hello Harry. How are you today?" A grunt in reply. "Very good. Now where might you be heading?"
'AHHH! Stop with the darn cheerfulness. Wait, me being good equals him thinking I'm okay which equals me having freedom, freedom to kill myself! Perfect that's plan……. Plan number ummm which number am I on? Oh right, plan 7."
"I was just going to go tell Hermione and Ron where I was sir, I wouldn't want them to worry about me." He added a sugar sweet smile.
"Nice try Potter."
"Why hello Professor Snape, how might you be today?" 'Crap of course he has to come up here'
"Stop pretending, I can see right through it."
"What might you mean sir?" Dumbledore cut in before Snape could say anything.
"I will be talking to Ronald and Hermione today. I'll tell them that you are alright, now Harry back to bed. I know that you shouldn't be up yet, after all that has happened."
"FINE! JUST TAKE AWAY ALL OF MY FREEDOM!" Harry yelled as he stomped off back to bed.
"Don't anger my patient or I'll have to ask you to leave! Here Harry, I want you to eat all of this." Handing him a bowl with some type of meat soup in it.
"No."
"And, why not this time?"
"Because."
"Well you have to eat this, you need food!"
"No."
"Then I'm going to strap you down and force feed you."
"Ahh….time for me to be leaving. Have a good day." And with that the Headmaster left with a wink.
"Here give me that bowl, if anyone gets to strap him down I get to." Snape said with that dang smile again.
"Fine here." As left for her office once again.
"Not funny? Didn't think so. He's still telling me to try and make you laugh, but I'm not funny in the least."
"Talking to your self again."
"Well then talk with me."
"Is that your way of breaking the ice or something?"
"What do you mean?"
"You come in here, make a ….joke….about hurting me in one form or another and then talk to yourself till I tell you so, then the riot of telling me to talk with you."
"Um...no"
"Now you're lying."
"Right – let's get down to the reason I'm here."
"And that being?"
"To tell you how wonderful life is of course."
"Don't want to hear it so thank you for stopping by, please don't come back."
"Too bad."
"Then answer me this." Harry's face came to appear as if torn on if he should ask or not.
"What is it? I will only answer truthfully."
"Okay then, why are you the one well more like why are you willing to help me?"
"Because," dead silence, "I feel as if I help you I can feel as if more of my dept to society is paid off. So as I said before helping you helps me."
"So you don't care about me, just your own selfish reasons then?"
"Well…." How hard for him to say this, years down the drain, "I do care about your welfare."
"Right – nice talking don't return"
"No wait, I well…..err…..I ……um….. Well I as you know was not your father's friend in the least, correct? Well, can't believe that I'm telling you this, well I was your mother's friend. Lilly was great. She didn't care what house or what you looked like. She was loving and caring. Everyone loved her and wanted to be her friend, which worked perfectly because to Lily everyone was her friend."
"And you didn't want to tell me this why?" You're a loser expression pasted on his face.
"Let me get to it, well I was one of her very close friends and when she told me that she knew that she as going to marry James, I freaked out. I told her how alful he was and everything he has done to me. She just laughed then she asked me if I'd hate her child when she had one. As much as I hated James I told her that anything that comes from her can't be hated; only loved."
"Your not trying to say that you……..err….um….."
"No, of course not." Snape said going a bit red in the face, "You ended up being half James."
A hint, a whisper, of a smile flashed upon Harry's face. In that second Harry decided that Snape, even with his odd personality change, was telling the truth.
"Sir, I would like to go see Myrtle."
A/N: Please Read and Review. Flames about it are welcomed of course. I'll try to get the next chapter out before preparing for the finals start for me! I HATE FINALS! But at least as soon as they are done school is out! Till next time!