Chapter Thirteen: Savior
Ron looked at Harry. Sadness filled his heart as he realized Harry was truly about to try and kill him.
"Oh Harry," he whispered in sadness. "Harry.I'm so sorry."
With this, Ron took in a deep breath and brought his fist out in front of him. Grunting slightly, as hard as he could, he punched Harry directly in his chest, right where the heart should be.
Harry stopped in mid swing, his eyes wide in surprise, his lips quivering. He gasped in short; hard pants then slowly lowered his hands, dropping the sword. Then he fell hard to his knees, tears of pain struggling in his eyes.
Quickly, Ron snatched the sword from the ground and slowly swung it around in front of him and pointed it directly at the nook in Harry's neck. His arm shook slightly as he fought to balance the tip to his throat.
Harry's pupils seemed to become real small and his lips curved into a slight smirk.
"Go ahead," he gasped heavily. Ron looked at him intently; his brown eyes fixed upon the emerald that light began to slowly fade.as if the spirit were going out of them.
"Go right ahead Ron. Kill me. It's not like it matters anymore-I'm already dead."
Ron only continued to stare at him for a moment, then took in a deep breath and finally, spoke:
"Listen to me James." Ron only called him by his middle name when it seemed crucial.when he really wanted him to listen to whatever he had to say.
"Draco was nothing more than an accident. He kissed me first, not vise-versa. I'll admit, for a moment, I fell into his kiss but I thought of you.and I pushed him away from me. I would never hurt you Harry; you know that is never my intent. And I never will, not even now after everything that you have done."
He looked down at the small puncture wound in his gut. Not deep-but painful.
His came back to meet Harry's.
"And Hermione-"
"Is dead." Harry replied matter of factly. But Ron shook his head. "No Harry, she's not dead. She never did Harry. It was a trick, an illusion. Voldemort used a doppelganger to deceive you, to make you believe that he had killed her.and you were responsible."
Harry gasped in surprise. "She's.not.dead?"
"No."
Harry looked down at the ground, sadness washing over his face slightly.as if he were ashamed.
"Dumbledore sent me Harry. He wanted to make sure that you would be all right. He was worried about you Harry. He cares, we all do. Sirius has just about lost his mind, he's so worried about you."
"Y-your lying," Harry stuttered. "They don't care for me. Sirius betrayed my father and I! He loved my father.but not like a brother."
"No Harry. that's exactly why he's so worried about you Harry. He feels he owes it to James." Ron said softly. "He takes responsibility for what happened. But it wasn't his fault. He loved your dad. And he loves you. He'd never betray you."
Silence.
Ron cast the sword aside and fell to his knees in front of Harry. He took him into his arms suddenly, Harry gasping in utter surprise as he felt the warmth of the red head's body around him.
"I promised you long ago that I'd always protect you Harry. For your love, I'm willing to throw down my life for you. I don't want you as some sort of slave to follow my every whim, I want you as my friend.my best friend.my companion.my lover."
He kissed him softly on his cheek then taking in a deep breath whispered "Harry, I love you."
Harry pulled away from him slightly, staring at him in utter shock, tears beginning to sting his eyes. "What did you say?"
"I love you Harry James Potter", Ron said softly with a sweet smile, tears also forming in his eyes.
Harry couldn't manage to find the words he wanted to say. He was utterly speechless. He only stared at the red head, his face softening into that of the Harry he used to know.the Harry he truly loved.and a single tear fell.
But then his face became that of surprise and Ron's twisted in horror. Harry looked down slowly to see something gleaming protruding from his stomach.only inches.covered in his own blood. A sword.
There was a very dim light.and Harry's hair shrank back to its original size, the red tint from his eyes faded slowly into that of a pure shimmering green. But his face was still a figure of horror as Ron stepped back slightly, his eyes wide and glaring at the tip of the sword.
Blood seeped slowly onto the floor, running off the smoothness of Harry's leather pants, making what seemed to be a trail. His fingers coiled around the blade so tightly that he cut into the skin of them slowly.
Finally, his eyes trailed up to look into Ron's eyes. The light. It was fading slowly, leaving them a dead green, no longer shining like the beautiful jewel of green they use to be.
Ron looked up to see Voldemort looking down at his love in disgust.
"So weak," he spat as he placed his foot on Harry's back and careless, pushed him forward, the blade sliding out.
He fell forward and collapsed in Ron's arms.
"No," Ron began to sob slightly, holding him tightly. "Harry no.don't leave me!"
He looked up at him and smiled weakly. "You. set.me.free." he gasped. "Thank.you."
"No, Harry please."
"I l-love.you." He went limp in his arms and his eyes, too weak to close on their own, stayed opened, lifeless.
Ron held him close to his chest, weeping softly, holding his hand where the fatal wound was. He grasped it tightly, as if maybe he did, the bleeding would cease and stop making a thick pool beneath them.that maybe Harry would come back to them.
"I'll get him."
He looked down at his love in sadness, then, closed his eyes slowly, reciting a slight prayer over him.
"I'll get him for you." He laid him gently on the ground, away from the pool of thick blood then, stood on to his feet, his brown eyes blazing with fury.with a lust for revenge.
Voldemort only stared at him and smirked slightly.
"Your next boy. And only after will I finally be through this and take this world as it is rightfully mine. The boy was weak.such a foolish heart and weak mind. Power sat right before him but he thought with his heart.such nonsense."
He bowed slightly at him and stood in a fighting stance, the sword raised. "But now it's over. Worry not my dear Ronald Weasley, for you shall join your lover-in hell."
Snarling, Voldemort advanced at Ron who, as quick as he could with injuries, leapt out of the way, panting slightly in fury.
'I have to get that sword away from him', he thought quickly as Voldemort came with another assault. 'Or at least get another weapon.'
There.
Ron looked startled for a moment. That voice.
Over there.
He looked up and saw a small gleam by the late Harry. It was right above his head. A light shined brightly and slowly, it formed into what seemed to be sword.the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
Voldemort took one look at the blade and growling, he swung furiously at Ron. But he was quick and leaping over the swing, he rolled back onto his feet and leaping, caught the sword in mid air just in time to avoid another swing.
'Didn't know I could do that,' he thought in amazement as he took the mystical blade and taking a deep painful breath, for the stab wound was getting to him, he charged at an already charging Voldemort.
Their blades caught in mid air, sparks flying all about as the two clashed. Ron tried as he could to hold his ground, to keep at least an equal distance since he could not seem to push his weight onto Voldemort, to make him yield.
But Voldemort, smiling insanely, his eyes flashing with excitement, pushed back hard, making the poor boy fall to one knee, then both until he was nearing doing a back bend trying to keep both blades from connecting with his neck.
"This is OVER!" Voldemort snarled. Ron winced in fear, a cold sweat forming on his brow. He was right. If he released now, chances were Voldemort could stab him with his sword. And he didn't have the strength to push him back.
Love is the most powerful thing. It has the power to give you the strength to fight.and if it's strong enough, if has the power to make you defy death.
'That was Snape!' Ron thought quickly. 'That was Snape who gave me the sword.but how can I defy this crap?'
You won't.
Voldemort suddenly froze in his attack, which surprised Ron, and he seemed to go limp. His eyes went wider then they already were and he seemed to fall forward. Making a face of disgust, Ron was able to give that last burst of strength and push him forward.
.And Harry snatched the sword from the Dark Lord's hand and twirling it slightly brought it down on his neck.
But he will.
There was a ear shattering howl and his body seemed to disintegrate completely, first the skin to revile the muscle.then the muscle, drenched in its blood to nothing but yellow bone.and the bone shattered into dust that seemed to fly everywhere. The head, however, stayed directly in tact and rolled slowly.out of sight.
Ron looked up, startled, at a beaming Harry. He stood up slowly, falling to notice that the sky seemed to come back to together, that the walls of the fortress had returned, or that Snape was finally beginning to wake up, the Devil's Snare vanishing.
"Dead," he gasped silently. "I thought you were dead."
"Not hardly," Harry replied softly, dropping the sword clumsily. And he collapsed into Ron's awaiting arms. Smiling down at him, he picked him up, and began to walk over to a very pissed Potion's Master.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Ron asked quietly.
"For being my Savior."
A/N: Well ladies and gentlemen; this is the second to the last chapter. Yep, this next chapter is the end of the line for this story.maybe.hee hee.Read and Review.
Ron looked at Harry. Sadness filled his heart as he realized Harry was truly about to try and kill him.
"Oh Harry," he whispered in sadness. "Harry.I'm so sorry."
With this, Ron took in a deep breath and brought his fist out in front of him. Grunting slightly, as hard as he could, he punched Harry directly in his chest, right where the heart should be.
Harry stopped in mid swing, his eyes wide in surprise, his lips quivering. He gasped in short; hard pants then slowly lowered his hands, dropping the sword. Then he fell hard to his knees, tears of pain struggling in his eyes.
Quickly, Ron snatched the sword from the ground and slowly swung it around in front of him and pointed it directly at the nook in Harry's neck. His arm shook slightly as he fought to balance the tip to his throat.
Harry's pupils seemed to become real small and his lips curved into a slight smirk.
"Go ahead," he gasped heavily. Ron looked at him intently; his brown eyes fixed upon the emerald that light began to slowly fade.as if the spirit were going out of them.
"Go right ahead Ron. Kill me. It's not like it matters anymore-I'm already dead."
Ron only continued to stare at him for a moment, then took in a deep breath and finally, spoke:
"Listen to me James." Ron only called him by his middle name when it seemed crucial.when he really wanted him to listen to whatever he had to say.
"Draco was nothing more than an accident. He kissed me first, not vise-versa. I'll admit, for a moment, I fell into his kiss but I thought of you.and I pushed him away from me. I would never hurt you Harry; you know that is never my intent. And I never will, not even now after everything that you have done."
He looked down at the small puncture wound in his gut. Not deep-but painful.
His came back to meet Harry's.
"And Hermione-"
"Is dead." Harry replied matter of factly. But Ron shook his head. "No Harry, she's not dead. She never did Harry. It was a trick, an illusion. Voldemort used a doppelganger to deceive you, to make you believe that he had killed her.and you were responsible."
Harry gasped in surprise. "She's.not.dead?"
"No."
Harry looked down at the ground, sadness washing over his face slightly.as if he were ashamed.
"Dumbledore sent me Harry. He wanted to make sure that you would be all right. He was worried about you Harry. He cares, we all do. Sirius has just about lost his mind, he's so worried about you."
"Y-your lying," Harry stuttered. "They don't care for me. Sirius betrayed my father and I! He loved my father.but not like a brother."
"No Harry. that's exactly why he's so worried about you Harry. He feels he owes it to James." Ron said softly. "He takes responsibility for what happened. But it wasn't his fault. He loved your dad. And he loves you. He'd never betray you."
Silence.
Ron cast the sword aside and fell to his knees in front of Harry. He took him into his arms suddenly, Harry gasping in utter surprise as he felt the warmth of the red head's body around him.
"I promised you long ago that I'd always protect you Harry. For your love, I'm willing to throw down my life for you. I don't want you as some sort of slave to follow my every whim, I want you as my friend.my best friend.my companion.my lover."
He kissed him softly on his cheek then taking in a deep breath whispered "Harry, I love you."
Harry pulled away from him slightly, staring at him in utter shock, tears beginning to sting his eyes. "What did you say?"
"I love you Harry James Potter", Ron said softly with a sweet smile, tears also forming in his eyes.
Harry couldn't manage to find the words he wanted to say. He was utterly speechless. He only stared at the red head, his face softening into that of the Harry he used to know.the Harry he truly loved.and a single tear fell.
But then his face became that of surprise and Ron's twisted in horror. Harry looked down slowly to see something gleaming protruding from his stomach.only inches.covered in his own blood. A sword.
There was a very dim light.and Harry's hair shrank back to its original size, the red tint from his eyes faded slowly into that of a pure shimmering green. But his face was still a figure of horror as Ron stepped back slightly, his eyes wide and glaring at the tip of the sword.
Blood seeped slowly onto the floor, running off the smoothness of Harry's leather pants, making what seemed to be a trail. His fingers coiled around the blade so tightly that he cut into the skin of them slowly.
Finally, his eyes trailed up to look into Ron's eyes. The light. It was fading slowly, leaving them a dead green, no longer shining like the beautiful jewel of green they use to be.
Ron looked up to see Voldemort looking down at his love in disgust.
"So weak," he spat as he placed his foot on Harry's back and careless, pushed him forward, the blade sliding out.
He fell forward and collapsed in Ron's arms.
"No," Ron began to sob slightly, holding him tightly. "Harry no.don't leave me!"
He looked up at him and smiled weakly. "You. set.me.free." he gasped. "Thank.you."
"No, Harry please."
"I l-love.you." He went limp in his arms and his eyes, too weak to close on their own, stayed opened, lifeless.
Ron held him close to his chest, weeping softly, holding his hand where the fatal wound was. He grasped it tightly, as if maybe he did, the bleeding would cease and stop making a thick pool beneath them.that maybe Harry would come back to them.
"I'll get him."
He looked down at his love in sadness, then, closed his eyes slowly, reciting a slight prayer over him.
"I'll get him for you." He laid him gently on the ground, away from the pool of thick blood then, stood on to his feet, his brown eyes blazing with fury.with a lust for revenge.
Voldemort only stared at him and smirked slightly.
"Your next boy. And only after will I finally be through this and take this world as it is rightfully mine. The boy was weak.such a foolish heart and weak mind. Power sat right before him but he thought with his heart.such nonsense."
He bowed slightly at him and stood in a fighting stance, the sword raised. "But now it's over. Worry not my dear Ronald Weasley, for you shall join your lover-in hell."
Snarling, Voldemort advanced at Ron who, as quick as he could with injuries, leapt out of the way, panting slightly in fury.
'I have to get that sword away from him', he thought quickly as Voldemort came with another assault. 'Or at least get another weapon.'
There.
Ron looked startled for a moment. That voice.
Over there.
He looked up and saw a small gleam by the late Harry. It was right above his head. A light shined brightly and slowly, it formed into what seemed to be sword.the sword of Godric Gryffindor.
Voldemort took one look at the blade and growling, he swung furiously at Ron. But he was quick and leaping over the swing, he rolled back onto his feet and leaping, caught the sword in mid air just in time to avoid another swing.
'Didn't know I could do that,' he thought in amazement as he took the mystical blade and taking a deep painful breath, for the stab wound was getting to him, he charged at an already charging Voldemort.
Their blades caught in mid air, sparks flying all about as the two clashed. Ron tried as he could to hold his ground, to keep at least an equal distance since he could not seem to push his weight onto Voldemort, to make him yield.
But Voldemort, smiling insanely, his eyes flashing with excitement, pushed back hard, making the poor boy fall to one knee, then both until he was nearing doing a back bend trying to keep both blades from connecting with his neck.
"This is OVER!" Voldemort snarled. Ron winced in fear, a cold sweat forming on his brow. He was right. If he released now, chances were Voldemort could stab him with his sword. And he didn't have the strength to push him back.
Love is the most powerful thing. It has the power to give you the strength to fight.and if it's strong enough, if has the power to make you defy death.
'That was Snape!' Ron thought quickly. 'That was Snape who gave me the sword.but how can I defy this crap?'
You won't.
Voldemort suddenly froze in his attack, which surprised Ron, and he seemed to go limp. His eyes went wider then they already were and he seemed to fall forward. Making a face of disgust, Ron was able to give that last burst of strength and push him forward.
.And Harry snatched the sword from the Dark Lord's hand and twirling it slightly brought it down on his neck.
But he will.
There was a ear shattering howl and his body seemed to disintegrate completely, first the skin to revile the muscle.then the muscle, drenched in its blood to nothing but yellow bone.and the bone shattered into dust that seemed to fly everywhere. The head, however, stayed directly in tact and rolled slowly.out of sight.
Ron looked up, startled, at a beaming Harry. He stood up slowly, falling to notice that the sky seemed to come back to together, that the walls of the fortress had returned, or that Snape was finally beginning to wake up, the Devil's Snare vanishing.
"Dead," he gasped silently. "I thought you were dead."
"Not hardly," Harry replied softly, dropping the sword clumsily. And he collapsed into Ron's awaiting arms. Smiling down at him, he picked him up, and began to walk over to a very pissed Potion's Master.
"Thank you."
"For what?" Ron asked quietly.
"For being my Savior."
A/N: Well ladies and gentlemen; this is the second to the last chapter. Yep, this next chapter is the end of the line for this story.maybe.hee hee.Read and Review.