Aleema-Darkrose: Yummy! I'll take a medium Hawaiian pizza, thanks! And if
you think that being the Chosen One is gonna be putting pressure on him. .
.::grins maliciously:: You have NO idea. . .
Purple Water: Thanks, I think your last review had a lot to do with why the formatting is better. And duh, Malfoy ALWAYS gets what he deserves. . .but don't go thinking for a second that Malfoy's down and out! Hahahahaha! He's such a dip head! Would it be fun? Personally, if it was me, I might be feeling a little stupid just standing there. . .but that's just me. Alas, it didn't snow. I was hoping it might today to get me outta school tomorrow but it doesn't look like it's gonna. . .you I didn't get a single snow day last year! ::Pouts:: Oh well, if it snows it's definitely gonna be too cold to type!
Ittybittytreefrog: Uh. . .you're reviewing for chapter 3. . .so is it any better by now? Or are you saying you like it better that way?. . .you're confusing me. . .yeah, bye.
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Ch14: A Morbid Prophecy
Harry yawned at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Dumbledore and he had been down in that chamber every other day for the past three weeks and Harry found it very difficult to fall asleep after a session. He was beginning to get extremely frustrated at the fact that he couldn't so much as push the pebbles around on the ground and didn't see the point in continuing the practices. In fact, he had even gone as far as not show up the night before, but Dumbledore had come to fetch him and kept him an extra hour for it.
Pushing his plate of untouched food away from him, Harry folded his arms on the table and rested his head. Ron, Hermione, and Lavender stopped their conversation and looked at him. They KNEW he was keeping something from them but no matter how hard they pushed the matter he wouldn't discuss it. And then, the night before, Dumbledore had come up to fetch Harry himself. They weren't really so much upset with him, they had a feeling that Dumbledore had forbade him to talk about where he went, but they were beginning to get a little worried.
Ron had informed Hermione and Lavender that when Harry finally did get back from wherever it was he went, which was always in the early morning, he never went to sleep. He would get changed, get in bed for a few minutes, and then just go sit at the window for the rest of the night. Then, the next morning he wouldn't even eat as much as a piece of toast.
"Harry," said Hermione, gently shaking him, "You need to eat something."
Harry yawned again then mumbled, half asleep, "Not hungry."
Ron got a glint in his eye and said casually, "So, Harry, where'd you go last night?"
"Chamber of the Founders." Harry mumbled.
The three looked at each other. Luckily, they were at the end of the table and no one other than themselves had heard him. Obviously three weeks of little sleep were beginning to take their toll and diminish his senses of who he was talking to.
"Chamber of the Founders?" mouthed Lavender.
The other two shrugged and turned to Harry, "What's that, Harry?"
"Training." he said.
"For what?" asked Hermione.
But before they could get the answer, Sirius and Tali came up to them and Sirius clapped Harry on the shoulder, "How's it going, Harry?"
Harry jerked up from his resting position and looked at the two, "Oh, hi Sirius, Tali."
"Madame Pomfrey told us to give to you." said Tali, handing him a goblet filled with orange liquid.
Harry took the goblet with a mixture of gratitude and regret. He looked down into the goblet before pinching his nose and downing all the liquid in two gulps. His face contorted into one of disgust and pushed the goblet back into Tali's hands.
"You'd think she could at least try to make it taste better." he said drinking some pumpkin juice to get rid of the taste.
"What was that?" asked Ron.
"Energy booster. Harry had a rough night last night." said Sirius, "Try to take it easy today, Harry. You have plenty of time. Don't rush yourself."
Harry nodded, "I know."
Sirius and Tali walked away and Harry turned back to his friends who were all staring at him.
"What?" he asked before pulling his plate back and taking a bite of bacon.
"Harry, where have you been going lately? What was Sirius talking about?" asked Hermione.
"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you later. Come on. We better get going or we'll be late for Potions." said Harry taking another bite of bacon and then standing up.
He didn't bother to wait for them and was half way across the room before Ron, Hermione, and Lavender stood up and took after him.
"I say after Potions we go to the library and see if we can find anything on the Chamber of Founders. . .whatever that is." said Hermione, still a good distance behind Harry.
Ron nodded in agreement but Lavender shook her head in Harry direction, "What are we supposed to do about him? It's not like we could let him know what he told us. He'd get in a lot of trouble."
"I'm sure Hermione could keep him busy while we look." said Ron, grinning mischievously.
Hermione shoved Ron, "I'm not sure what that was supposed to mean but I have a feeling it was some kind of inappropriate joke."
By the time they had caught up to Harry they were already at the stairs to the dungeons. Malfoy rushed passed them, accompanied as always by Crabbe and Goyle. None of them said a thing to Harry and were quickly out of sight.
"I'm telling you, he's up to something. Have you noticed how jumpy he's been this morning? Not to mention the fact he hasn't even insulted Harry since he got out of the hospital wing. It's not like Malfoy to just sit around and take something like this." said Lavender.
"Don't worry so much, Lavender. The prick's probably still scared of Harry. And if that git tries anything again Harry can just send him back to Madame Pomfrey for another couple days!" said Ron excitedly. It was apparent that he was dying to see Malfoy get the crud beat out of him again.
"Not hardly, Ron. I told you before, I'm not even sure what I did to him in the first place." said Harry.
"That's right. Besides, don't you remember what Dumbledore said? Harry needs to keep his head on straight. Who knows what might happen next time." said Hermione.
As she finished saying this, however, they reached the entrance to Snape's classroom where Parvati and Seamus were waiting for them.
"Harry! You're here awfully early." said Seamus.
"We're here the same time we always are, Seamus. And we better hurry up and get in before Snape comes and gives us an earful." said Harry taking a step forward.
Parvati stepped in front of him, "Why would you want to go into that dingy old dungeon for? It's much nicer out here!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender looked around at the dark tunnels leading off on either side of the classroom. A dripping could be heard from a far off corner somewhere and a cool draft was flowing through the corridors.
Ron raised an eyebrow and reached forward to feel Parvati's forehead, "You feeling okay? I've seen cheerier places in the Forbidden Forest."
With that they broke through and entered the room.
"And this isn't one of them." Ron concluded as he came to a stop in the doorway.
Inside the classroom was total chaos. The Slytherins looked like a cross between amusement and nervousness for what would happen next. The Gryffindors were all either yelling at the Slytherins or running around trying to hide the hideous walls, though it did little good. All the commotion immediately died away, however, at Ron's remark. Everyone turned to see Harry standing dumbfounded in the doorway.
All eyes remained on him as *his* eyes traveled slowly from each face in the classroom, taking time to study each expression, and then to each of the walls. Everyone held with bated breath, waiting his reaction, for, plastered all over the walls, were news clippings from weeks of various newspapers. Each of them held a different memory of Harry being beaten. Each one held a different memory that Harry had tried so hard over the past three weeks to erase. Each one held a different memory that was freshly being reprinted upon his mind's eye. The tension brought by the silence was practically unbearable and it was a full ten minutes of pure torture before anyone said anything.
All of a sudden in a low, slightly anger-triggered quaver, "Where is he?"
For a moment no one moved, then, slowly, everyone who had been in the room pointed to the front of the room where Malfoy cautiously poked his head above Snape's desk. Ever since the day he was released from the hospital wing, Malfoy had been looking for a way to regain his dignity. Harry's submissive and queer behavior had somehow seemed to have given him the impression that the incident had only been some elaborate conspiracy against him. This had made him even more sour than usual.
Most in the classroom thought him crazy for going back at Harry; an idiot even. But something often comes over people who have been humiliated. They become bent on revenge and are willing to do anything and everything necessary to regain their dignity. This had happened to Malfoy. Apparently, however, he was beginning to have second thoughts about it.
"Potter." Malfoy acknowledged.
Harry stared at him with an unreadable expression. There were no hints of sadness or embarrassment. Heck, there wasn't even so much as an infinitesimal shred of legible anger written in his eyes. They simply stared. Everyone in the room began to get the shivers from the piercing silence and unwavering tension. Then, without any warning, Harry slowly shook his head, disapprovingly. Everyone jumped at this sudden movement, above all else, Malfoy, who felt it necessary to cover his head with his arms and crouch back down under the desk.
Once they all realized that Harry wasn't going to use any magic, they all gradually began to relax. But not for long, for Harry all of a sudden turned around and walked out of the room. Though no one could see him, they did hear him bump into someone.
"Watch where you're going, Potter!" Snape barked, "Where do you think you're going? Potter, get back here! I'm warning you, Potter. One more step and you'll be in detention for a month!"
Harry then did something no one other than Sirius had ever had the guts to do, "Go fuck off, Snape!"
Snape stormed into the room, etching to get to his desk and write up a report to the headmaster but froze when he saw the room. Though true that he didn't like Harry, this was unacceptable. He stared at the room for a moment before glaring at his class.
"Who?" he asked in a deadly voice.
Every finger instantly pointed to Malfoy who cowered under the Potion Master's look. He knew that being the favorite of Snape's wouldn't help him this time.
_~_~_~_~
Harry wasn't sure when he had started running but once he had started it was almost impossible to stop. Eventually, however, the stitches in his sides became too strong and he came to a stop at the bottom of some staircase. He had lost his sense of direction in his rush to get out of the dungeon and didn't know where he was. He allowed himself to fall onto the stairs and catch his breath. As he stared up the dark stairway he wondered where it led to. Harry was certain he hadn't ever been to this part of the castle before. Pondering whether or not he should go explore it or not he briefly forgot about the prank Malfoy had pulled on him in the dungeons. Deciding that he had nothing better to do and that he needed the time to cool off, Harry stood up and was about to head up the stairs when he heard someone coming towards him. Not wanting to be discovered just yet, he crouched down into the shadows and willed not to be seen.
"---but maybe it's not him! I mean, there's always that option, isn't there?" asked Tali.
There was no response for a minute then Sirius' voice could be heard, "No. It has to be him. 'The mother and son share a common secret.' I had my doubts until I saw the Pensieve, but now. . .how could it be a mistake? There are too many similarities for it to be a coincidence."
"But. . .but it can't be! It's not fair to him! How is it that he managed to survive those good for nothing bastards and now, when he's finally free, have to face that!? It's not fair!" shouted Tali.
Harry could hear her start to cry and Sirius' feeble attempts to comfort her were drowned out when he started to cry too. But Harry was aching to know what they were talking about. What Sirius had said. . .did that mean that his mother had been abused too? That couldn't be right. Surely it had to be a mistake. And what did he have left to face? It couldn't possibly be worse than the Dursleys. He stood up and leaned as far towards them as possible without giving away his position.
The two had managed to stifle their tears and had reinstated their conversation.
"How long do you think?" Tali whispered.
"I don't know. The prophecy states the 'Chosen One' will defeat the dark lord by the time he's seventeen. Half a year, maybe." said Sirius darkly.
Harry tilted himself a bit forward and managed to see just beyond the corner. Tali was in Sirius' arms with her head resting against his chest.
"Half a year? He's sixteen! That's too young!" exclaimed Tali.
"I know. But there's nothing we can do about it. God knows I'd do it for him instead." said Sirius.
"Damn Voldemort. This is all his fault!" Tali shouted.
"Do you think if I killed him instead he'd be alright?" asked Sirius.
"If only it was that simple. . .you know what it says. No one can kill Voldemort except Harry. . .and. . .and he's going to die because of it!" said Tali.
Harry's eyes widened and he forgot to breathe. He was going to. . .die? After killing Voldemort? That would explain a lot. Of course Dumbledore wouldn't want to tell him that. Harry took a few steps back, waving back and forward slightly in disbelief. But as he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing and slipped on the bottom of his robes. When he hit the floor the wind got knocked out of him and a groan erupted from his lips. Tali and Sirius broke apart and turned to Harry who looked up at them with slight anger. His own godparents, the closest he had to family, wouldn't even tell him something as important as his own death.
Tali took a step forward, "Harry."
Harry stumbled to his feet, "Go away!"
"Harry, listen---" started Sirius.
"How could you not tell me that I'm gonna. . .gonna die!?" he shouted at them.
"We couldn't, Harry---" Sirius started again but was once again interrupted.
"Don't lie to me! Everyone thinks I'm too weak to handle anything! Just leave me alone!" Harry yelled at them before turning around and running up the stairs.
"Harry, wait!" Tali and Sirius called after him.
Harry could hear them chasing after but didn't stop for a second. When he got to the top of stairs it was nearly impossible to see. There were no windows, nor any light in the least. From the looks of it, it was a dead end. He could still hear his godparents chasing after him and as there also weren't any signs of doors anywhere, Harry ducked into the shadows to hide.
However, most surprisingly, instead of hitting a solid wall, Harry fell through the wall. As he sat up and rubbed his side where he had landed, he heard Tali and Sirius run past him. Once the sound of their scampering feet disappeared Harry drew his legs into his chest and felt tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. This time he didn't even fight them. Each tear that fell, fell not only for his new knowledge of his future, not only for discovering the truth about his mother, not even only for what Malfoy had done, but for everything that had ever happened to him. Nothing had ever gone his way and nothing ever would. The heavens didn't favor him and there was nothing he could do to change it. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, crying softly to himself, but he had no doubt that it would have gone on much longer had it not been for. . .
"Hello, Harry. We've been waiting for you."
Author's Note: Ah, another cliffhanger. I haven't written one of these for a LONG time. So, whatcha think about this new turn of events? Seems kinda pathetic that Harry was born into a life that promises nothing but pain, doesn't it? I mean, first the Dursleys, and now, just when he got away from them, he finds out that he has to die in less than a year. But I'm certain you're wondering who's talking to Harry. . .TRUST ME. You're going to love it! What I'm planning's going to be so. . .beautiful, I guess is the word. And if you wanna know, write a review to help persuade me to update soon!
Purple Water: Thanks, I think your last review had a lot to do with why the formatting is better. And duh, Malfoy ALWAYS gets what he deserves. . .but don't go thinking for a second that Malfoy's down and out! Hahahahaha! He's such a dip head! Would it be fun? Personally, if it was me, I might be feeling a little stupid just standing there. . .but that's just me. Alas, it didn't snow. I was hoping it might today to get me outta school tomorrow but it doesn't look like it's gonna. . .you I didn't get a single snow day last year! ::Pouts:: Oh well, if it snows it's definitely gonna be too cold to type!
Ittybittytreefrog: Uh. . .you're reviewing for chapter 3. . .so is it any better by now? Or are you saying you like it better that way?. . .you're confusing me. . .yeah, bye.
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Ch14: A Morbid Prophecy
Harry yawned at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Dumbledore and he had been down in that chamber every other day for the past three weeks and Harry found it very difficult to fall asleep after a session. He was beginning to get extremely frustrated at the fact that he couldn't so much as push the pebbles around on the ground and didn't see the point in continuing the practices. In fact, he had even gone as far as not show up the night before, but Dumbledore had come to fetch him and kept him an extra hour for it.
Pushing his plate of untouched food away from him, Harry folded his arms on the table and rested his head. Ron, Hermione, and Lavender stopped their conversation and looked at him. They KNEW he was keeping something from them but no matter how hard they pushed the matter he wouldn't discuss it. And then, the night before, Dumbledore had come up to fetch Harry himself. They weren't really so much upset with him, they had a feeling that Dumbledore had forbade him to talk about where he went, but they were beginning to get a little worried.
Ron had informed Hermione and Lavender that when Harry finally did get back from wherever it was he went, which was always in the early morning, he never went to sleep. He would get changed, get in bed for a few minutes, and then just go sit at the window for the rest of the night. Then, the next morning he wouldn't even eat as much as a piece of toast.
"Harry," said Hermione, gently shaking him, "You need to eat something."
Harry yawned again then mumbled, half asleep, "Not hungry."
Ron got a glint in his eye and said casually, "So, Harry, where'd you go last night?"
"Chamber of the Founders." Harry mumbled.
The three looked at each other. Luckily, they were at the end of the table and no one other than themselves had heard him. Obviously three weeks of little sleep were beginning to take their toll and diminish his senses of who he was talking to.
"Chamber of the Founders?" mouthed Lavender.
The other two shrugged and turned to Harry, "What's that, Harry?"
"Training." he said.
"For what?" asked Hermione.
But before they could get the answer, Sirius and Tali came up to them and Sirius clapped Harry on the shoulder, "How's it going, Harry?"
Harry jerked up from his resting position and looked at the two, "Oh, hi Sirius, Tali."
"Madame Pomfrey told us to give to you." said Tali, handing him a goblet filled with orange liquid.
Harry took the goblet with a mixture of gratitude and regret. He looked down into the goblet before pinching his nose and downing all the liquid in two gulps. His face contorted into one of disgust and pushed the goblet back into Tali's hands.
"You'd think she could at least try to make it taste better." he said drinking some pumpkin juice to get rid of the taste.
"What was that?" asked Ron.
"Energy booster. Harry had a rough night last night." said Sirius, "Try to take it easy today, Harry. You have plenty of time. Don't rush yourself."
Harry nodded, "I know."
Sirius and Tali walked away and Harry turned back to his friends who were all staring at him.
"What?" he asked before pulling his plate back and taking a bite of bacon.
"Harry, where have you been going lately? What was Sirius talking about?" asked Hermione.
"Don't worry about it. I'll tell you later. Come on. We better get going or we'll be late for Potions." said Harry taking another bite of bacon and then standing up.
He didn't bother to wait for them and was half way across the room before Ron, Hermione, and Lavender stood up and took after him.
"I say after Potions we go to the library and see if we can find anything on the Chamber of Founders. . .whatever that is." said Hermione, still a good distance behind Harry.
Ron nodded in agreement but Lavender shook her head in Harry direction, "What are we supposed to do about him? It's not like we could let him know what he told us. He'd get in a lot of trouble."
"I'm sure Hermione could keep him busy while we look." said Ron, grinning mischievously.
Hermione shoved Ron, "I'm not sure what that was supposed to mean but I have a feeling it was some kind of inappropriate joke."
By the time they had caught up to Harry they were already at the stairs to the dungeons. Malfoy rushed passed them, accompanied as always by Crabbe and Goyle. None of them said a thing to Harry and were quickly out of sight.
"I'm telling you, he's up to something. Have you noticed how jumpy he's been this morning? Not to mention the fact he hasn't even insulted Harry since he got out of the hospital wing. It's not like Malfoy to just sit around and take something like this." said Lavender.
"Don't worry so much, Lavender. The prick's probably still scared of Harry. And if that git tries anything again Harry can just send him back to Madame Pomfrey for another couple days!" said Ron excitedly. It was apparent that he was dying to see Malfoy get the crud beat out of him again.
"Not hardly, Ron. I told you before, I'm not even sure what I did to him in the first place." said Harry.
"That's right. Besides, don't you remember what Dumbledore said? Harry needs to keep his head on straight. Who knows what might happen next time." said Hermione.
As she finished saying this, however, they reached the entrance to Snape's classroom where Parvati and Seamus were waiting for them.
"Harry! You're here awfully early." said Seamus.
"We're here the same time we always are, Seamus. And we better hurry up and get in before Snape comes and gives us an earful." said Harry taking a step forward.
Parvati stepped in front of him, "Why would you want to go into that dingy old dungeon for? It's much nicer out here!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Lavender looked around at the dark tunnels leading off on either side of the classroom. A dripping could be heard from a far off corner somewhere and a cool draft was flowing through the corridors.
Ron raised an eyebrow and reached forward to feel Parvati's forehead, "You feeling okay? I've seen cheerier places in the Forbidden Forest."
With that they broke through and entered the room.
"And this isn't one of them." Ron concluded as he came to a stop in the doorway.
Inside the classroom was total chaos. The Slytherins looked like a cross between amusement and nervousness for what would happen next. The Gryffindors were all either yelling at the Slytherins or running around trying to hide the hideous walls, though it did little good. All the commotion immediately died away, however, at Ron's remark. Everyone turned to see Harry standing dumbfounded in the doorway.
All eyes remained on him as *his* eyes traveled slowly from each face in the classroom, taking time to study each expression, and then to each of the walls. Everyone held with bated breath, waiting his reaction, for, plastered all over the walls, were news clippings from weeks of various newspapers. Each of them held a different memory of Harry being beaten. Each one held a different memory that Harry had tried so hard over the past three weeks to erase. Each one held a different memory that was freshly being reprinted upon his mind's eye. The tension brought by the silence was practically unbearable and it was a full ten minutes of pure torture before anyone said anything.
All of a sudden in a low, slightly anger-triggered quaver, "Where is he?"
For a moment no one moved, then, slowly, everyone who had been in the room pointed to the front of the room where Malfoy cautiously poked his head above Snape's desk. Ever since the day he was released from the hospital wing, Malfoy had been looking for a way to regain his dignity. Harry's submissive and queer behavior had somehow seemed to have given him the impression that the incident had only been some elaborate conspiracy against him. This had made him even more sour than usual.
Most in the classroom thought him crazy for going back at Harry; an idiot even. But something often comes over people who have been humiliated. They become bent on revenge and are willing to do anything and everything necessary to regain their dignity. This had happened to Malfoy. Apparently, however, he was beginning to have second thoughts about it.
"Potter." Malfoy acknowledged.
Harry stared at him with an unreadable expression. There were no hints of sadness or embarrassment. Heck, there wasn't even so much as an infinitesimal shred of legible anger written in his eyes. They simply stared. Everyone in the room began to get the shivers from the piercing silence and unwavering tension. Then, without any warning, Harry slowly shook his head, disapprovingly. Everyone jumped at this sudden movement, above all else, Malfoy, who felt it necessary to cover his head with his arms and crouch back down under the desk.
Once they all realized that Harry wasn't going to use any magic, they all gradually began to relax. But not for long, for Harry all of a sudden turned around and walked out of the room. Though no one could see him, they did hear him bump into someone.
"Watch where you're going, Potter!" Snape barked, "Where do you think you're going? Potter, get back here! I'm warning you, Potter. One more step and you'll be in detention for a month!"
Harry then did something no one other than Sirius had ever had the guts to do, "Go fuck off, Snape!"
Snape stormed into the room, etching to get to his desk and write up a report to the headmaster but froze when he saw the room. Though true that he didn't like Harry, this was unacceptable. He stared at the room for a moment before glaring at his class.
"Who?" he asked in a deadly voice.
Every finger instantly pointed to Malfoy who cowered under the Potion Master's look. He knew that being the favorite of Snape's wouldn't help him this time.
_~_~_~_~
Harry wasn't sure when he had started running but once he had started it was almost impossible to stop. Eventually, however, the stitches in his sides became too strong and he came to a stop at the bottom of some staircase. He had lost his sense of direction in his rush to get out of the dungeon and didn't know where he was. He allowed himself to fall onto the stairs and catch his breath. As he stared up the dark stairway he wondered where it led to. Harry was certain he hadn't ever been to this part of the castle before. Pondering whether or not he should go explore it or not he briefly forgot about the prank Malfoy had pulled on him in the dungeons. Deciding that he had nothing better to do and that he needed the time to cool off, Harry stood up and was about to head up the stairs when he heard someone coming towards him. Not wanting to be discovered just yet, he crouched down into the shadows and willed not to be seen.
"---but maybe it's not him! I mean, there's always that option, isn't there?" asked Tali.
There was no response for a minute then Sirius' voice could be heard, "No. It has to be him. 'The mother and son share a common secret.' I had my doubts until I saw the Pensieve, but now. . .how could it be a mistake? There are too many similarities for it to be a coincidence."
"But. . .but it can't be! It's not fair to him! How is it that he managed to survive those good for nothing bastards and now, when he's finally free, have to face that!? It's not fair!" shouted Tali.
Harry could hear her start to cry and Sirius' feeble attempts to comfort her were drowned out when he started to cry too. But Harry was aching to know what they were talking about. What Sirius had said. . .did that mean that his mother had been abused too? That couldn't be right. Surely it had to be a mistake. And what did he have left to face? It couldn't possibly be worse than the Dursleys. He stood up and leaned as far towards them as possible without giving away his position.
The two had managed to stifle their tears and had reinstated their conversation.
"How long do you think?" Tali whispered.
"I don't know. The prophecy states the 'Chosen One' will defeat the dark lord by the time he's seventeen. Half a year, maybe." said Sirius darkly.
Harry tilted himself a bit forward and managed to see just beyond the corner. Tali was in Sirius' arms with her head resting against his chest.
"Half a year? He's sixteen! That's too young!" exclaimed Tali.
"I know. But there's nothing we can do about it. God knows I'd do it for him instead." said Sirius.
"Damn Voldemort. This is all his fault!" Tali shouted.
"Do you think if I killed him instead he'd be alright?" asked Sirius.
"If only it was that simple. . .you know what it says. No one can kill Voldemort except Harry. . .and. . .and he's going to die because of it!" said Tali.
Harry's eyes widened and he forgot to breathe. He was going to. . .die? After killing Voldemort? That would explain a lot. Of course Dumbledore wouldn't want to tell him that. Harry took a few steps back, waving back and forward slightly in disbelief. But as he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing and slipped on the bottom of his robes. When he hit the floor the wind got knocked out of him and a groan erupted from his lips. Tali and Sirius broke apart and turned to Harry who looked up at them with slight anger. His own godparents, the closest he had to family, wouldn't even tell him something as important as his own death.
Tali took a step forward, "Harry."
Harry stumbled to his feet, "Go away!"
"Harry, listen---" started Sirius.
"How could you not tell me that I'm gonna. . .gonna die!?" he shouted at them.
"We couldn't, Harry---" Sirius started again but was once again interrupted.
"Don't lie to me! Everyone thinks I'm too weak to handle anything! Just leave me alone!" Harry yelled at them before turning around and running up the stairs.
"Harry, wait!" Tali and Sirius called after him.
Harry could hear them chasing after but didn't stop for a second. When he got to the top of stairs it was nearly impossible to see. There were no windows, nor any light in the least. From the looks of it, it was a dead end. He could still hear his godparents chasing after him and as there also weren't any signs of doors anywhere, Harry ducked into the shadows to hide.
However, most surprisingly, instead of hitting a solid wall, Harry fell through the wall. As he sat up and rubbed his side where he had landed, he heard Tali and Sirius run past him. Once the sound of their scampering feet disappeared Harry drew his legs into his chest and felt tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. This time he didn't even fight them. Each tear that fell, fell not only for his new knowledge of his future, not only for discovering the truth about his mother, not even only for what Malfoy had done, but for everything that had ever happened to him. Nothing had ever gone his way and nothing ever would. The heavens didn't favor him and there was nothing he could do to change it. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, crying softly to himself, but he had no doubt that it would have gone on much longer had it not been for. . .
"Hello, Harry. We've been waiting for you."
Author's Note: Ah, another cliffhanger. I haven't written one of these for a LONG time. So, whatcha think about this new turn of events? Seems kinda pathetic that Harry was born into a life that promises nothing but pain, doesn't it? I mean, first the Dursleys, and now, just when he got away from them, he finds out that he has to die in less than a year. But I'm certain you're wondering who's talking to Harry. . .TRUST ME. You're going to love it! What I'm planning's going to be so. . .beautiful, I guess is the word. And if you wanna know, write a review to help persuade me to update soon!