"Avada Kedevera!" The killing curse hit Harry on him right forearm -he
barely saw it coming through the chaotic battle. His breath escaped him as
he fell, his eyes wide open. He was being stilled, snuffed, by the curse.
He felt it pervade him, trying to banish his life. Instead his magic
absorbed it -and rejected it
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"Harry!" Dumbledore had seen the killing curse hit, and was horrified. The thin, grim covered figure fell backs wards. He saw Remus and Sirius rush over to him, shock and pain on their faces. He quickly cast a wall of fire and started towards him. -and he saw what happened next.
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Sirius and Remus crouched down, looking at him with grief. Sirius could only stare, stricken, at him, while Remus checked his wrist for a pulse. Remus sucked in a shocked breath, "He still has a pulse!" Hope shone in their eyes and they saw green lightning flashing in his eyes and glanced at each other.
He jerked and breathed in. And another, as he moved. He got to his feet, green lightning flashing along his skin. Sirius tried to help him, but jerked his hand away as it received a shock. Harry he moved his hand out. The lightning converged in his hand and green light shot out at the Deatheater who had cast the curse.
The Deatheater fell and Harry swayed, drained, falling to his hands and knees. Sirius and Remus grabbed him and hugged him. They didn't know how, or why, but Harry was still alive. Soon, though, they had to turn away and defend themselves.
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Harry was extremely weak, on hands and knees. He felt so tired. The problem was, they were in the middle of a battle. He didn't want anyone putting themselves in danger to protect him while he sat on his ass.
Slowly, he got up from his position at Sirius's feet.
"Impediamenta -Stupefy."
Harry saw Dumbledore briefly, looking intensely relieved. He realized again why Dumbledore was considered the most powerful wizard of the time; Blue lightning bolts shot out from him to the nearest Vampires.
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Harry ducked under the troll's club. "Stupefy!" This only phased the troll, who recovered and swiped the club at Harry again.
Harry ducked under the club and found himself right next to the troll's leg. He remembered something from class; He sliced behind the troll's knee and it fell backwards.
Harry stumbled backwards from the flailing Troll and was steadied by someone. He turned around and saw Snape. They looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention back to the Troll.
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Harry saw an Auror get hit by the cruciatus. Before he could do anything, the man was killed.
Harry stared for a moment then looked away.
Hi eyes widened when he saw the charms professor get hit by the Imperius. At this point he was *right next to McGonagall.*
He ran over to them. McGonagall had caught onto the problem, but was too busy to deal with him. Harry desperately hit Flitwick with a curse and he turned on him. One of the Aurors hit him with a body bind and.
Harry knelt down and put his hands beside his head. He blinked and Harry pulled him up. He ran back over to Sirius oblivious to the stunned look from people nearby.
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His wand flew out of his hand and the Death Eater approached, smirking. Damn. No one was close enough to help him.
"Give me my wand back!" he demanded imperiously to keep the Death Eater distracted as he walked forward several steps.
The Death Eater snickered. "This is Harry Pot-" Harry had lunged forward and stabbed the Death Eater in the stomach. He grabbed his wand out of the woman's hand. "Thank you." He tried not to look at the bloody sword.
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The fighting was more or less over. As Harry looked around he saw bodies of humans and creatures littering the ground. Dead dementors were particularly foul.
He prepared to fall over, then he saw it. A rat scurrying away. A rat with a silver paw.
He started after it and stumbled; Dumbledore caught him. "Harry?"
"Wormtail!" he said gesturing frantically.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius who transformed and gave chase.
Dumbledore addressed everyone, still holding up Harry. "Lets get the wounded to the hospital wing. I need to contact the ministry."
Everyone wearily began moving. Lupin came over and took Harry from Dumbledore. As Harry collapsed he picked him up and carried him into the castle.
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Pomfrey didn't even need to give him a sleeping draught, as he slept for far longer than would b normal. When he woke, finally, he blearily looked around. *Glasses might help.*
He found them and the hospital wing came into focus. He would have gotten up if he could, but he was just too tired. There was an aching in his arm that made him cringe. He slumped back after that ever so brief moment of awareness, asleep with his glasses on.
He vaguely felt his glasses being taken off, and thought he heard Dumbledore's voice.
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Next time he woke up in Madam Pomfrey's presence. He, with immense slowness, began to wake. Before he even moved his mind sifted through his memories of the fighting, some vague, some far to clear.
After an interminably long time he was sitting up peering at his new scar, which drew the attention of the nurse.
As he ate the meal she produced out of nowhere he wondered why Hermione and Ron weren't there. Then he found a letter from them among the get well cards from... everybody.
He picked it up from next to the orange toilet seat. Apparently as Pomfrey had finally won and no visitors were allowed in the hospital wing for now. The bad news was the Wormtail got away.
He got up and walked around the wing to find it filled -big surprise. And yet eerily silent.
He gasped at the sight of the DADA professor. He also saw Snape, but didn't say anything to him. He knew that Snape's cover must be blown now, and that meant he might end up like Karkaroff.
Pomfrey saw him and was outraged. "I finally get it so that my patients won't be disturbed and what happens? They go walking around!" Harry silently accepted the sleeping draught.
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Voldemort raised an amulet with a strange symbol on it out of a small black box. Harry recognized the box as the one the Vampire had given him.
He was speaking to a quivering Wormtail. There was an unholy light in his red eyes.
"Explain."
"He -ligh-n-ning w-was all ov-ver him and he s-shot the curse back out of-f his h-hand."
Voldemort snarled and grasped the amulet tightly. A burst of power shot out of him, knocking Wormtail over, who had already been retreating.
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After attacking the castle, Voldemort had begun terrorizing the wizarding word. Dumbledore decided to give the school a slight break after the attack before finishing the last week of school.
Harry was in the hospital wing most of said break. The news of him surviving the Avada Kedavara again had spread like wild fire. His friends had to plead with him to come to meals in the Great Hall. He pretty much ignored everyone; Everyone that was staring, pointing, and whispering. It was a good thing that the news of his new scar had not been spread. A lightning shaped scar, exactly like that of his forehead, on his right arm.
At breakfast the day after he was released Ron was talking, ".said that dad is at the ministry all the time now, and that they are going to get a bunch more security."
"Good," Harry said emphatically.
"Harry," Hermione nodded down the table to a stricken 2nd year. She had circles under her eyes, from crying. As he looked, wondering what he was meant to see, realization dawned on him.
He looked around and spotted a Ravenclaw sobbing. He looked back at Ron and Hermione. Both looked grim.
"Mum told us about what it was like in school last time, you know." This came quietly from Ron.
No one wanted to eat much now.
He looked at his copy of the Daily Prophet. There were a few reports of Aurors engaging Death Eaters, along with information on three families that had been attacked because of or relation to muggles. Another family was one in which several Aurors came from.
"This is why I have to fight him." No matter what anyone else expected, he expected this of himself.
"Why *we* have to stop him," added Hermione.
This year had been the hardest for him. The visions were damned. He had been attacked, what four times? His friends had been in danger.
On the upside, Snape hadn't dragged him off to the Headmaster's office to get expelled this year.
He was glad that Dumbledore had allowed him to attend Order meetings. He found that it made the visions easier to bear, seeing how the information was used.
As they got up from the table, Harry absently began letting out his thoughts. Something he would not have done if he remembered where he was. He was just so absorbed in his thoughts.
"We have to keep living life to the best. We should oppose evil always in every way, but we cannot forget to live and be happy. People like Voldemort pray on our weaknesses to try to get us to serve him. If we don't remember why we are living in the first place, for our family and friends, he will divide us. It's not even just Voldemort. Anyone can be a dark lord if they forget to live life."
"Harry." At Hermione's words he realized that the crowd had all but stopped and that everyone was listening to him. He turned very red and muttered incoherently.
"Well, Potter does have some depth after all."
Harry spun to see Snape behind him, and Dumbledore not far off, smiling broadly.
Why had he just eaten again?
"Help!" he pleaded to his friends, to which Snape smirked. Harry was mentally discovering new curse words.
Several other students were looking at him with unabashed awe. -Just some stupid rambling- Please stop looking at me now.
"Move on! McGonagall's voice rang out. He gestured for everyone to move on ".Just thinking out loud." This was a bad idea, as it exposed his arm. He froze as a fresh wave of whispering broke out. "Your arm-"
"Did you just see that?"
"-my god."
"Or are you all to dumb to remember how to walk?" Snape added sharply, with everyone else still gaping.
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"Can we move on with class please?" Professor Sprout said loudly.
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That night he was ambushed in the dormitory. As soon as he walked in a crowd surged around him.
"Is it true?"
"-let me see!"
Needless to say he fled before Ron and Hermione could get to him.
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"Harry!" Dumbledore had seen the killing curse hit, and was horrified. The thin, grim covered figure fell backs wards. He saw Remus and Sirius rush over to him, shock and pain on their faces. He quickly cast a wall of fire and started towards him. -and he saw what happened next.
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Sirius and Remus crouched down, looking at him with grief. Sirius could only stare, stricken, at him, while Remus checked his wrist for a pulse. Remus sucked in a shocked breath, "He still has a pulse!" Hope shone in their eyes and they saw green lightning flashing in his eyes and glanced at each other.
He jerked and breathed in. And another, as he moved. He got to his feet, green lightning flashing along his skin. Sirius tried to help him, but jerked his hand away as it received a shock. Harry he moved his hand out. The lightning converged in his hand and green light shot out at the Deatheater who had cast the curse.
The Deatheater fell and Harry swayed, drained, falling to his hands and knees. Sirius and Remus grabbed him and hugged him. They didn't know how, or why, but Harry was still alive. Soon, though, they had to turn away and defend themselves.
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Harry was extremely weak, on hands and knees. He felt so tired. The problem was, they were in the middle of a battle. He didn't want anyone putting themselves in danger to protect him while he sat on his ass.
Slowly, he got up from his position at Sirius's feet.
"Impediamenta -Stupefy."
Harry saw Dumbledore briefly, looking intensely relieved. He realized again why Dumbledore was considered the most powerful wizard of the time; Blue lightning bolts shot out from him to the nearest Vampires.
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Harry ducked under the troll's club. "Stupefy!" This only phased the troll, who recovered and swiped the club at Harry again.
Harry ducked under the club and found himself right next to the troll's leg. He remembered something from class; He sliced behind the troll's knee and it fell backwards.
Harry stumbled backwards from the flailing Troll and was steadied by someone. He turned around and saw Snape. They looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention back to the Troll.
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Harry saw an Auror get hit by the cruciatus. Before he could do anything, the man was killed.
Harry stared for a moment then looked away.
Hi eyes widened when he saw the charms professor get hit by the Imperius. At this point he was *right next to McGonagall.*
He ran over to them. McGonagall had caught onto the problem, but was too busy to deal with him. Harry desperately hit Flitwick with a curse and he turned on him. One of the Aurors hit him with a body bind and.
Harry knelt down and put his hands beside his head. He blinked and Harry pulled him up. He ran back over to Sirius oblivious to the stunned look from people nearby.
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His wand flew out of his hand and the Death Eater approached, smirking. Damn. No one was close enough to help him.
"Give me my wand back!" he demanded imperiously to keep the Death Eater distracted as he walked forward several steps.
The Death Eater snickered. "This is Harry Pot-" Harry had lunged forward and stabbed the Death Eater in the stomach. He grabbed his wand out of the woman's hand. "Thank you." He tried not to look at the bloody sword.
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The fighting was more or less over. As Harry looked around he saw bodies of humans and creatures littering the ground. Dead dementors were particularly foul.
He prepared to fall over, then he saw it. A rat scurrying away. A rat with a silver paw.
He started after it and stumbled; Dumbledore caught him. "Harry?"
"Wormtail!" he said gesturing frantically.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius who transformed and gave chase.
Dumbledore addressed everyone, still holding up Harry. "Lets get the wounded to the hospital wing. I need to contact the ministry."
Everyone wearily began moving. Lupin came over and took Harry from Dumbledore. As Harry collapsed he picked him up and carried him into the castle.
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Pomfrey didn't even need to give him a sleeping draught, as he slept for far longer than would b normal. When he woke, finally, he blearily looked around. *Glasses might help.*
He found them and the hospital wing came into focus. He would have gotten up if he could, but he was just too tired. There was an aching in his arm that made him cringe. He slumped back after that ever so brief moment of awareness, asleep with his glasses on.
He vaguely felt his glasses being taken off, and thought he heard Dumbledore's voice.
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Next time he woke up in Madam Pomfrey's presence. He, with immense slowness, began to wake. Before he even moved his mind sifted through his memories of the fighting, some vague, some far to clear.
After an interminably long time he was sitting up peering at his new scar, which drew the attention of the nurse.
As he ate the meal she produced out of nowhere he wondered why Hermione and Ron weren't there. Then he found a letter from them among the get well cards from... everybody.
He picked it up from next to the orange toilet seat. Apparently as Pomfrey had finally won and no visitors were allowed in the hospital wing for now. The bad news was the Wormtail got away.
He got up and walked around the wing to find it filled -big surprise. And yet eerily silent.
He gasped at the sight of the DADA professor. He also saw Snape, but didn't say anything to him. He knew that Snape's cover must be blown now, and that meant he might end up like Karkaroff.
Pomfrey saw him and was outraged. "I finally get it so that my patients won't be disturbed and what happens? They go walking around!" Harry silently accepted the sleeping draught.
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Voldemort raised an amulet with a strange symbol on it out of a small black box. Harry recognized the box as the one the Vampire had given him.
He was speaking to a quivering Wormtail. There was an unholy light in his red eyes.
"Explain."
"He -ligh-n-ning w-was all ov-ver him and he s-shot the curse back out of-f his h-hand."
Voldemort snarled and grasped the amulet tightly. A burst of power shot out of him, knocking Wormtail over, who had already been retreating.
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After attacking the castle, Voldemort had begun terrorizing the wizarding word. Dumbledore decided to give the school a slight break after the attack before finishing the last week of school.
Harry was in the hospital wing most of said break. The news of him surviving the Avada Kedavara again had spread like wild fire. His friends had to plead with him to come to meals in the Great Hall. He pretty much ignored everyone; Everyone that was staring, pointing, and whispering. It was a good thing that the news of his new scar had not been spread. A lightning shaped scar, exactly like that of his forehead, on his right arm.
At breakfast the day after he was released Ron was talking, ".said that dad is at the ministry all the time now, and that they are going to get a bunch more security."
"Good," Harry said emphatically.
"Harry," Hermione nodded down the table to a stricken 2nd year. She had circles under her eyes, from crying. As he looked, wondering what he was meant to see, realization dawned on him.
He looked around and spotted a Ravenclaw sobbing. He looked back at Ron and Hermione. Both looked grim.
"Mum told us about what it was like in school last time, you know." This came quietly from Ron.
No one wanted to eat much now.
He looked at his copy of the Daily Prophet. There were a few reports of Aurors engaging Death Eaters, along with information on three families that had been attacked because of or relation to muggles. Another family was one in which several Aurors came from.
"This is why I have to fight him." No matter what anyone else expected, he expected this of himself.
"Why *we* have to stop him," added Hermione.
This year had been the hardest for him. The visions were damned. He had been attacked, what four times? His friends had been in danger.
On the upside, Snape hadn't dragged him off to the Headmaster's office to get expelled this year.
He was glad that Dumbledore had allowed him to attend Order meetings. He found that it made the visions easier to bear, seeing how the information was used.
As they got up from the table, Harry absently began letting out his thoughts. Something he would not have done if he remembered where he was. He was just so absorbed in his thoughts.
"We have to keep living life to the best. We should oppose evil always in every way, but we cannot forget to live and be happy. People like Voldemort pray on our weaknesses to try to get us to serve him. If we don't remember why we are living in the first place, for our family and friends, he will divide us. It's not even just Voldemort. Anyone can be a dark lord if they forget to live life."
"Harry." At Hermione's words he realized that the crowd had all but stopped and that everyone was listening to him. He turned very red and muttered incoherently.
"Well, Potter does have some depth after all."
Harry spun to see Snape behind him, and Dumbledore not far off, smiling broadly.
Why had he just eaten again?
"Help!" he pleaded to his friends, to which Snape smirked. Harry was mentally discovering new curse words.
Several other students were looking at him with unabashed awe. -Just some stupid rambling- Please stop looking at me now.
"Move on! McGonagall's voice rang out. He gestured for everyone to move on ".Just thinking out loud." This was a bad idea, as it exposed his arm. He froze as a fresh wave of whispering broke out. "Your arm-"
"Did you just see that?"
"-my god."
"Or are you all to dumb to remember how to walk?" Snape added sharply, with everyone else still gaping.
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"Can we move on with class please?" Professor Sprout said loudly.
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That night he was ambushed in the dormitory. As soon as he walked in a crowd surged around him.
"Is it true?"
"-let me see!"
Needless to say he fled before Ron and Hermione could get to him.