Life
Harry Potter dreamed.
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Harry stood there a moment longer, confused. 'What is he doing out this late?' thought Harry, 'and who was that other person?'
"What are you looking at?" Harry heard a familiar female voice ask.
Harry turned toward her and said, "Anthony is, or was, out there talking to someone."
"He has been acting quite weird lately," said Hermione, "he even made a 'deal' with Malfoy. I'm not sure what it was about, but the other day I saw them near the dungeon shaking hands and smirking."
"That can't be good," said Harry.
"Well he doesn't seem to be turning evil, so maybe he is making Malfoy more tolerable," suggested Hermione. Harry nodded but inwardly doubted that possibility greatly. Hermione noticed that look of doubt flash across his face. "What?" she asked sitting down on the couch.
Harry sat down next to her and shook his head, "More likely it was just beneficial to both of them, so houses didn't matter." Hermione nodded at this. Unknown to the two of them, three male redheads happened to be sneaking up behind them. The two older brothers each carried a bucket of glue and the younger brother had a bag full of feathers.
Hermione saw their reflection in Harry's glasses and curled up. Harry, very confused at this looked directly at the redheaded siblings as they glued and feathered him, and the curled up Hermione.
Harry sat there in shock for a moment, glue dripping off his glasses, as Hermione jumped up and chased after the brothers. She managed to tackle Fred. After a few minutes Fred had about the same amount of feathers as she did, which was not much compared to Harry. He was completely covered. Harry slowly stood up and looked down watching the glue drip down his body.
"Dang it!" he said, then he felt a sharp pain in his head before falling to the floor unconscious.
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When Harry returned to the world of the living, he found himself lying on the couch and the glue was gone. 'This day is getting better already,' he though. Then the whole world went blurry, and Harry was looking at himself in third person. He watched his eleven-year-old self walk down a dark passageway. His memory came back to him; this was a few weeks after the glue incident, his adult self watched, almost waking from the dream, as the little Harry found Anthony and Malfoy working on a very illegal potion in the dungeon.
His vision shifted again and he saw himself turning them in for their crime. There was sadness in his eyes as Anthony was reprimanded, but that is what you get for planning to kill someone, even if it is Malfoy's father. After that his vision shifted memories flew by and he saw himself facing up to Professor Quirrell, and the evil parasite on him. Again his vision shifted to that summer went that little house elf made his life hell, then to second year, memories flying by faster now. Anthony moving back to America. Terror and rumors seeping around the school, dueling Malfoy, and eventually Tom Riddle and his pet.
Third year came, finding out that Ron's pet rat was indeed the one to betray Harry's parents, and saving the hippogriff that would have died otherwise. Then, that summer, learning how to be an animagus. Then came fourth year, seeming to sense Harry's dislike of this year his memory's slowed there pace for just a second. He saw as he was picked for the tournament, and ridiculed for it. He saw when he finally gathered the courage to ask if Hermione wanted to go to the dance with him, she sadly told him she was going with some one else.
This dream was sort of nightmarish now. He watched as he fought through all the tournaments, even as sad as he was, and as he and Diggory were transported into the worst place ever. He watched in an ever- increasing sadness as only he returned alive. Terror was now loose upon the land, and Harry believed for the first time in his life that it would win. In his next vision though he saw the person that kept him sane through the rest of his days, Hermione who was now his girlfriend.
Fifth year, six year, seventh year flew past him, the flood of memories being broken by only the great day of his wedding. Then for the first time it what seemed a long time, Harry opened his eyes. He was in bed but the room began to morph into a battle scene. He didn't find himself in his bedroom anymore, but a being of blinding light stood in front of him, and he understood. 'I guess your life does flash before your eyes when you die,' he though. The angel disappeared upon his memories returning to him.
He found himself kneeing in a puddle of mud. Looking around he saw Ron lying unconscious a few feet away, he had a few scratches and bruises but he was still breathing. Beside him Anthony was lying on his back dying, blood slowly poring from the many wounds on his body. Their eyes locked for a minuet before Harry looked up to see his wife and child, cuddled up against a tree. They were muddy but otherwise fine. He turned his vision to see a burning figure in front of him. There, ten feet away, stood the dying Voltdemort, green flames bursting from all over his body. Many of his dark followers were lying dead all around him.
A few seconds later all was dark again and where Voltdemort had stood not even a pile of ash remained. Harry started to feel the deathly curse, which had been the evil creature's last spell, work its way through his body. He slowly became numb all over as the pain intensified beyond his ability to stand it and he fell into shock. He looked at Anthony who had pushed himself up on his knees along side Harry.
"You can feel it to can't you," Harry's voice cracked oddly.
"Yeah, death slowly making it way up to my brain," Anthony shed a tear, "I have no one to remember me, like you do though. I'll be forgotten, you'll be legendary."
"You're wrong, your sister will live, and she is right over there, she tell of your efforts and bravery," Harry said pointing toward Tracy, "'tis I who should be crying," tears started falling from his eyes slowly, "I won't be there for my son. He'll grow up without a father, just as I did."
"No, not just like you, he has a loving mother to take care of him, and he had his father's image to look up to," said Anthony then his face contorted slightly, "and I really w w w wish, errr, that I had, ohhhh, the same." Anthony then fell onto his side, dead.
Harry was fighting the cruse as well as he could but it was advancing. There were many dead all around him, from the path of light and dark, and soon he knew he would join them. This ancient curse, that had been newly discovered, was far worst then any that Harry knew. It kills you slowly and painfully, but the extreme amount of pain had made Harry body senses go numb. He looked at Hermione as she and their three-year-old boy came toward him.
"Harry," she sad meekly
"Yes?" he asked.
"Is Anthony," she started.
"Gone, yes," Harry replied.
"Are you leaving as well?" she said trying to stay calm.
"Yes," Hermione started crying lightly. The little boy came forward and hugged his father. Harry managed to find enough energy to move his arms and hug his son one last time. Hermione bent down and they shared one last kiss before darkness overtook him.
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Harry found himself in a calming place, and Peace stood before him.
"What a life you have lead, shorter than some, but greater than most," she said.
"I'm going to miss it," said Harry.
"I am going to miss mine as well," Harry turned to see Anthony standing beside him.
"I have not the power to give you life, but one wish to you I can grant," said the angel.
"I could wish to live again then?" asked Anthony.
"No, for I can only grant you the wish you truly desire, you do not wish to go back," she replied, "sorry to say that Harry's has already been granted, Voltdemort is dead."
"I understand," said Anthony, "I wish that Harry could fulfill his second most desired wish then." Harry looked at him curiously, not remembering what it was he wanted second most. "Goodbye Harry," said Anthony smiling, "remember me."
"Very well, if that be what you want to happen, so be it," and the world vanished once more for Harry Potter.
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Eight years latter.
Harry stood there and watched as Hermione lead their son through the barrier. This is what Anthony's wish had allowed him to do, raise his son the way Harry's father never had the chance to.
FIN
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I truly am sorry to bring the story to this sudden of an end, but I'm out of ideas, time, and will to write anymore on it. I must also say that I'm very sorry for taking so long, I hope you all can forgive me. I also hope you like the ending. Thanks to all my reviewers.
~CFX~
Harry Potter dreamed.
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Harry stood there a moment longer, confused. 'What is he doing out this late?' thought Harry, 'and who was that other person?'
"What are you looking at?" Harry heard a familiar female voice ask.
Harry turned toward her and said, "Anthony is, or was, out there talking to someone."
"He has been acting quite weird lately," said Hermione, "he even made a 'deal' with Malfoy. I'm not sure what it was about, but the other day I saw them near the dungeon shaking hands and smirking."
"That can't be good," said Harry.
"Well he doesn't seem to be turning evil, so maybe he is making Malfoy more tolerable," suggested Hermione. Harry nodded but inwardly doubted that possibility greatly. Hermione noticed that look of doubt flash across his face. "What?" she asked sitting down on the couch.
Harry sat down next to her and shook his head, "More likely it was just beneficial to both of them, so houses didn't matter." Hermione nodded at this. Unknown to the two of them, three male redheads happened to be sneaking up behind them. The two older brothers each carried a bucket of glue and the younger brother had a bag full of feathers.
Hermione saw their reflection in Harry's glasses and curled up. Harry, very confused at this looked directly at the redheaded siblings as they glued and feathered him, and the curled up Hermione.
Harry sat there in shock for a moment, glue dripping off his glasses, as Hermione jumped up and chased after the brothers. She managed to tackle Fred. After a few minutes Fred had about the same amount of feathers as she did, which was not much compared to Harry. He was completely covered. Harry slowly stood up and looked down watching the glue drip down his body.
"Dang it!" he said, then he felt a sharp pain in his head before falling to the floor unconscious.
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When Harry returned to the world of the living, he found himself lying on the couch and the glue was gone. 'This day is getting better already,' he though. Then the whole world went blurry, and Harry was looking at himself in third person. He watched his eleven-year-old self walk down a dark passageway. His memory came back to him; this was a few weeks after the glue incident, his adult self watched, almost waking from the dream, as the little Harry found Anthony and Malfoy working on a very illegal potion in the dungeon.
His vision shifted again and he saw himself turning them in for their crime. There was sadness in his eyes as Anthony was reprimanded, but that is what you get for planning to kill someone, even if it is Malfoy's father. After that his vision shifted memories flew by and he saw himself facing up to Professor Quirrell, and the evil parasite on him. Again his vision shifted to that summer went that little house elf made his life hell, then to second year, memories flying by faster now. Anthony moving back to America. Terror and rumors seeping around the school, dueling Malfoy, and eventually Tom Riddle and his pet.
Third year came, finding out that Ron's pet rat was indeed the one to betray Harry's parents, and saving the hippogriff that would have died otherwise. Then, that summer, learning how to be an animagus. Then came fourth year, seeming to sense Harry's dislike of this year his memory's slowed there pace for just a second. He saw as he was picked for the tournament, and ridiculed for it. He saw when he finally gathered the courage to ask if Hermione wanted to go to the dance with him, she sadly told him she was going with some one else.
This dream was sort of nightmarish now. He watched as he fought through all the tournaments, even as sad as he was, and as he and Diggory were transported into the worst place ever. He watched in an ever- increasing sadness as only he returned alive. Terror was now loose upon the land, and Harry believed for the first time in his life that it would win. In his next vision though he saw the person that kept him sane through the rest of his days, Hermione who was now his girlfriend.
Fifth year, six year, seventh year flew past him, the flood of memories being broken by only the great day of his wedding. Then for the first time it what seemed a long time, Harry opened his eyes. He was in bed but the room began to morph into a battle scene. He didn't find himself in his bedroom anymore, but a being of blinding light stood in front of him, and he understood. 'I guess your life does flash before your eyes when you die,' he though. The angel disappeared upon his memories returning to him.
He found himself kneeing in a puddle of mud. Looking around he saw Ron lying unconscious a few feet away, he had a few scratches and bruises but he was still breathing. Beside him Anthony was lying on his back dying, blood slowly poring from the many wounds on his body. Their eyes locked for a minuet before Harry looked up to see his wife and child, cuddled up against a tree. They were muddy but otherwise fine. He turned his vision to see a burning figure in front of him. There, ten feet away, stood the dying Voltdemort, green flames bursting from all over his body. Many of his dark followers were lying dead all around him.
A few seconds later all was dark again and where Voltdemort had stood not even a pile of ash remained. Harry started to feel the deathly curse, which had been the evil creature's last spell, work its way through his body. He slowly became numb all over as the pain intensified beyond his ability to stand it and he fell into shock. He looked at Anthony who had pushed himself up on his knees along side Harry.
"You can feel it to can't you," Harry's voice cracked oddly.
"Yeah, death slowly making it way up to my brain," Anthony shed a tear, "I have no one to remember me, like you do though. I'll be forgotten, you'll be legendary."
"You're wrong, your sister will live, and she is right over there, she tell of your efforts and bravery," Harry said pointing toward Tracy, "'tis I who should be crying," tears started falling from his eyes slowly, "I won't be there for my son. He'll grow up without a father, just as I did."
"No, not just like you, he has a loving mother to take care of him, and he had his father's image to look up to," said Anthony then his face contorted slightly, "and I really w w w wish, errr, that I had, ohhhh, the same." Anthony then fell onto his side, dead.
Harry was fighting the cruse as well as he could but it was advancing. There were many dead all around him, from the path of light and dark, and soon he knew he would join them. This ancient curse, that had been newly discovered, was far worst then any that Harry knew. It kills you slowly and painfully, but the extreme amount of pain had made Harry body senses go numb. He looked at Hermione as she and their three-year-old boy came toward him.
"Harry," she sad meekly
"Yes?" he asked.
"Is Anthony," she started.
"Gone, yes," Harry replied.
"Are you leaving as well?" she said trying to stay calm.
"Yes," Hermione started crying lightly. The little boy came forward and hugged his father. Harry managed to find enough energy to move his arms and hug his son one last time. Hermione bent down and they shared one last kiss before darkness overtook him.
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Harry found himself in a calming place, and Peace stood before him.
"What a life you have lead, shorter than some, but greater than most," she said.
"I'm going to miss it," said Harry.
"I am going to miss mine as well," Harry turned to see Anthony standing beside him.
"I have not the power to give you life, but one wish to you I can grant," said the angel.
"I could wish to live again then?" asked Anthony.
"No, for I can only grant you the wish you truly desire, you do not wish to go back," she replied, "sorry to say that Harry's has already been granted, Voltdemort is dead."
"I understand," said Anthony, "I wish that Harry could fulfill his second most desired wish then." Harry looked at him curiously, not remembering what it was he wanted second most. "Goodbye Harry," said Anthony smiling, "remember me."
"Very well, if that be what you want to happen, so be it," and the world vanished once more for Harry Potter.
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Eight years latter.
Harry stood there and watched as Hermione lead their son through the barrier. This is what Anthony's wish had allowed him to do, raise his son the way Harry's father never had the chance to.
FIN
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I truly am sorry to bring the story to this sudden of an end, but I'm out of ideas, time, and will to write anymore on it. I must also say that I'm very sorry for taking so long, I hope you all can forgive me. I also hope you like the ending. Thanks to all my reviewers.
~CFX~