Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are not mine, nope they aren't.
CHAPTER 14: All Lost
Harry ran down the stairs, breathing hard, Hermione will stop breathing, in a rush to find an answer, maybe Hermione had found her answer. What was Harry to do, he couldn't dissaparate, didn't know where they were.
"THIS ISN'T REAL!" Harry yelled aloud, though unconvinced. It felt real, everything did, and Hermione was going to die, even though he would see her again once back at their own time, if they ever got there. Maybe Harry should end his life, to make it go on faster, he was sure death was where it all ended-
No! He couldn't die like Hermione was going to, he wasn't by choice anyway.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS?!" Harry yelled, to all the damned paintings on the wall, To Sheila's golden box, to the framed images of his friends on the fireplace. "WHAT LIFE IS THIS, WHEN EVERYONE DIES AND SUFFERS!" Harry kicked the coffee table, and it crashed onto the ground.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS, WHEN THE GIRL YOU FALL IN LOVE GOES FOR ONE OF YOUR WORST ENEMIES?!" Harry said to the shattered table. "WHAT LIFE IS THIS WHEN YOUR FRIEND WISHES DEATH IN HER FUTURE!" Harry screamed to the soft green couches. Harry pounded them. All they did was provide comfort and being pounded and scratched was how they were repaid.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS WHEN YOUR RICH CHAMPION CHESS FRIEND GETS DEPRESSION BECAUSE HE LOST THE ONE HE LOVED?" Harry yelled at the windows, which shined ingenuously.
"I WANT OUT, PRED, I WANT OUT! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, FELT ENOUGH! I UNDERSTAND THE HOW MUCH WE CAN LOSE IN LESS THEN A MONTH, I UNDERSTAND! PLEASE GOD, JUST LET US OUT, LET US OUT!" Harry fell into the couch, face buried in the cushions, tears soaking the soft velvet. "I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back..."
Then Harry heard footsteps outside and sat up. He quickly dried his tears and ran to the door opening it. Ron stood there holding his wand, staring tired and heavily at the floor. He looked up.
"Her...Her...Her-" Ron breathed and couldn't say it.
"Hermione's gone." Harry finished in a squeaky voice.
Ron looked at him, as if to ask how he knew, but couldn't say it.
"Letters." Harry answered and brought Ron inside, closed the door and led him to the couch.
"Don't sit there, it's wet." Harry said. Harry sat next to him. "How?"
"Does it matter?" Ron asked looking at his crashed coffee table. "Said things, made sense... things you wouldn't understand, things we went through together." Ron watched as Georgia came in, pointed her wand and fixed the coffee table then setting a tray of wine and glasses on it. She smiled and quickly left.
Ron reached into his pockets and put something on the table. It was a small bottle filled with green liquids. "Another Ocost creation- spill it, if the contents ever touched earths oxygen it would explode into flames and kill everything around it- from a 15 mile radius." Ron answered, and then poured a glass of wine.
"Wait- I thought it turned out not true, that Voldemort was just lying?" Harry asked.
"Well, I was wrong. Everyone was." Ron said standing and drinking his wine. "This was sure to prove some of Hermione's innocence, that and that poem and stuff." Slurp.
But Hermione would never get proven innocence, if she did it wouldn't matter, she was dead.
"But she's gone. Gone!" Ron threw the glass onto the walls and I shattered. Harry wondered if Ron was going to go through a fit like he had. He did.
Ron pushed the armchair so that it lay on the floor; he got a wine bottle and swished it at the fireplace pictures, knocking them down like dominoes. Ron picked up a picture and threw it at the well-painted pictures hanging on the walls, threw frames onto the clear window and the couches got another pounding. Ron tossed the coffee table and everything crashed, as the wine bottle spilled.
Harry watched him sadly and looked down as he saw thin green liquid, travel to his shoe. Harry's eyes went wide. "Ron?"
"What? What, don't tell me something bad, like my life could get even worse!" Ron said, as he fell the ground, head buried in his hands.
Harry's mind raced in those last seconds. He couldn't run, couldn't hide. It would consume him, them, and they'd die in this sad world. Four down, all down, Harry thought. It just kept getting worse and worse.
The liquid exploded into perilous flames, traveling the whole fifteen miles in two seconds burning everyone, innocent to evil, living to items, all was lost.
Only, neither Harry nor Ron felt the burn of fire.
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Didn't feel like blending it into the previous chapter.
I knew all this since the beginning so it was planned. This chapt was going to be longer I thought of adding Hermione and Ron's speech part before her death, but I figured that you wouldn't understand it so look for it in a story I will start right after thiz one, ok?
next chapt Last chapt.
CHAPTER 14: All Lost
Harry ran down the stairs, breathing hard, Hermione will stop breathing, in a rush to find an answer, maybe Hermione had found her answer. What was Harry to do, he couldn't dissaparate, didn't know where they were.
"THIS ISN'T REAL!" Harry yelled aloud, though unconvinced. It felt real, everything did, and Hermione was going to die, even though he would see her again once back at their own time, if they ever got there. Maybe Harry should end his life, to make it go on faster, he was sure death was where it all ended-
No! He couldn't die like Hermione was going to, he wasn't by choice anyway.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS?!" Harry yelled, to all the damned paintings on the wall, To Sheila's golden box, to the framed images of his friends on the fireplace. "WHAT LIFE IS THIS, WHEN EVERYONE DIES AND SUFFERS!" Harry kicked the coffee table, and it crashed onto the ground.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS, WHEN THE GIRL YOU FALL IN LOVE GOES FOR ONE OF YOUR WORST ENEMIES?!" Harry said to the shattered table. "WHAT LIFE IS THIS WHEN YOUR FRIEND WISHES DEATH IN HER FUTURE!" Harry screamed to the soft green couches. Harry pounded them. All they did was provide comfort and being pounded and scratched was how they were repaid.
"WHAT LIFE IS THIS WHEN YOUR RICH CHAMPION CHESS FRIEND GETS DEPRESSION BECAUSE HE LOST THE ONE HE LOVED?" Harry yelled at the windows, which shined ingenuously.
"I WANT OUT, PRED, I WANT OUT! I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, FELT ENOUGH! I UNDERSTAND THE HOW MUCH WE CAN LOSE IN LESS THEN A MONTH, I UNDERSTAND! PLEASE GOD, JUST LET US OUT, LET US OUT!" Harry fell into the couch, face buried in the cushions, tears soaking the soft velvet. "I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back, I wanna go back..."
Then Harry heard footsteps outside and sat up. He quickly dried his tears and ran to the door opening it. Ron stood there holding his wand, staring tired and heavily at the floor. He looked up.
"Her...Her...Her-" Ron breathed and couldn't say it.
"Hermione's gone." Harry finished in a squeaky voice.
Ron looked at him, as if to ask how he knew, but couldn't say it.
"Letters." Harry answered and brought Ron inside, closed the door and led him to the couch.
"Don't sit there, it's wet." Harry said. Harry sat next to him. "How?"
"Does it matter?" Ron asked looking at his crashed coffee table. "Said things, made sense... things you wouldn't understand, things we went through together." Ron watched as Georgia came in, pointed her wand and fixed the coffee table then setting a tray of wine and glasses on it. She smiled and quickly left.
Ron reached into his pockets and put something on the table. It was a small bottle filled with green liquids. "Another Ocost creation- spill it, if the contents ever touched earths oxygen it would explode into flames and kill everything around it- from a 15 mile radius." Ron answered, and then poured a glass of wine.
"Wait- I thought it turned out not true, that Voldemort was just lying?" Harry asked.
"Well, I was wrong. Everyone was." Ron said standing and drinking his wine. "This was sure to prove some of Hermione's innocence, that and that poem and stuff." Slurp.
But Hermione would never get proven innocence, if she did it wouldn't matter, she was dead.
"But she's gone. Gone!" Ron threw the glass onto the walls and I shattered. Harry wondered if Ron was going to go through a fit like he had. He did.
Ron pushed the armchair so that it lay on the floor; he got a wine bottle and swished it at the fireplace pictures, knocking them down like dominoes. Ron picked up a picture and threw it at the well-painted pictures hanging on the walls, threw frames onto the clear window and the couches got another pounding. Ron tossed the coffee table and everything crashed, as the wine bottle spilled.
Harry watched him sadly and looked down as he saw thin green liquid, travel to his shoe. Harry's eyes went wide. "Ron?"
"What? What, don't tell me something bad, like my life could get even worse!" Ron said, as he fell the ground, head buried in his hands.
Harry's mind raced in those last seconds. He couldn't run, couldn't hide. It would consume him, them, and they'd die in this sad world. Four down, all down, Harry thought. It just kept getting worse and worse.
The liquid exploded into perilous flames, traveling the whole fifteen miles in two seconds burning everyone, innocent to evil, living to items, all was lost.
Only, neither Harry nor Ron felt the burn of fire.
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Didn't feel like blending it into the previous chapter.
I knew all this since the beginning so it was planned. This chapt was going to be longer I thought of adding Hermione and Ron's speech part before her death, but I figured that you wouldn't understand it so look for it in a story I will start right after thiz one, ok?
next chapt Last chapt.