"Bittersweet"
A/N: Welcome to Chapter 12! Enjoy!
Geeze, Chapter 12, and its not even near Christmas Break! This is going to be at least 35 chapters- my longest story ever, yay!
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Chapter 12: Time of Death
They sat around his bed, looking anxious and worried. They sat, sometimes pacing, sometimes sitting in shifts, and never leaving him. Never leaving Madam Pomfrey's domain, never leaving his wounds to heal, never tearing their eyes away from his bandages torso, shaggy black hair, and pale complexion. One often forgot to eat and sleep from worry, the others reminding her, and losing their own eating and sleep time.
The three friends sat, watching, and waiting for their friend to wake up, waiting for answers to questions that haunted them. Well, not really haunted them, more like annoyed them to the point that they wanted to strangle answers out of Dumbledore, Sirius, or Remus, who had taken the DADA post here at Hogwarts.
Hermione shifted on her seat, and sighed. Ron laid a hand on hers, and gave her a tired smile, which she returned. Ginny had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball on her chair, holding Harry's limp hand.
Dumbledore had only told them this much: That blast of power was Harry's, and there was more where that came from. But he wouldn't say why. The power had totally drained Harry, and Lucius had done some damage with that muggle gun, or as Ron had called it, gfungy.
A lot of damage, indeed. If one had been a centimeter to the left, it would have gone straight through Harry's heart. Another had shattered a rib- the tips of the bullets were sharpened like sword tips. Another had gone into his bladder, quite embarrassing. Thankfully, he wasn't awake.
But not so thankfully anymore. They missed Harry sorely, it had been a week since the battle, and he's been unconscious the whole time. It was painful to see your friend in such a state, especially a friend like Harry.
~*~
It was around midnight. After much insistence by a frazzled and worn out Madam Pomfrey, who appeared in a rather worryingly tight night gown at 10:00, Ron, Hermione, and a reluctant Ginny had gone to Gryffindor Tower for some much needed sleep.
Harry sleep was riddled with guilt and nightmares. He tossed and turned, moaning miserably, but finally slipping into sleep.
A small and dark figure scuttled clumsily in through the open window. It fell will a plop onto the floor. It was oddly shining silver- its paw seemed to be flawless. It sat up on its hind legs, and bit by bit, changed into a short man with the appearance of someone once very plump. The man twitched his nose back and forth in a very rat like manner, before drawing his wand out of his pocket, and pointing it unsteadily at Harry. Opening his mouth, the first part of the spell came out.
"Avada..."
He couldn't do it. He owed his life to this boy. Harry, Lily and James's son. He, Wormtail, not fit to be called Peter any longer, had betrayed them....his best friends. Tears were beginning to fall unchecked from his eyes. Why had he believed Voldemort? Voldemort had told him that if he worked for the Dark Side, then Voldemort would leave Lily and James alone. Why had he fallen for it? And, on top of that, he couldn't even tell Remus, Sirius, or Arabella the truth. They wouldn't believe it.
And they would die, too.
Whispering another spell, Wormtail transformed, and fled, sobbing in horror.
~*~
Harry thrashed again and again. He rolled onto his side, and expelled a large amount of blood through his mouth. His friends, guardians, and teachers watched in horror as Madam Pomfrey and her aides rushed around Harry. Blaring lights and sounds went off, muggle warning machines signaling that Harry was in very much trouble indeed.
Suddenly, everything stopped. The lights and sounds stopped. Harry stopped moving.
Stopped breathing.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head.
Dumbledore hugged McGonagall.
Remus pulled Sirius and Arabella into a hug.
Hermione sobbed on Ron's shoulder.
Ginny just stood there, tears threatening to fall, shaking her head.
"No....." she cried, before dissolving into tears.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the clock, and swallowed hard.
"Harry James Potter. Illness: Unknown curse. Time attempted to revive: one hour."
She blinked back tears as an aide wrote it down.
"Time of Death, 12:42 p.m."
~*~
Thank Yous:
BrinDiddy: Thank you, dearest cousin! Love your name, really.
Rodrigo: I hope this chapter was up to your standards.
Freakyleopard: Gotta love cliffhangers. I'm sure you are so happy with the end of this chapter! I know I am.
Cygnus Crux, Tomato Soup, Mags, Bill, Videl86, Torrential Zephyr, Peridos, Xing, SpookyKasper, May, Meow Queen, and Door, where are you? I miss you guys!
~*~
A/N: I decided on a title for the sequel- "Issues of Trust and Fate", but, if you guys don't like that, I can re-arrange it. But, I really like this one!
Gotta love evil chapter endings. Review!
~Merusa
A/N: Welcome to Chapter 12! Enjoy!
Geeze, Chapter 12, and its not even near Christmas Break! This is going to be at least 35 chapters- my longest story ever, yay!
~*~
Chapter 12: Time of Death
They sat around his bed, looking anxious and worried. They sat, sometimes pacing, sometimes sitting in shifts, and never leaving him. Never leaving Madam Pomfrey's domain, never leaving his wounds to heal, never tearing their eyes away from his bandages torso, shaggy black hair, and pale complexion. One often forgot to eat and sleep from worry, the others reminding her, and losing their own eating and sleep time.
The three friends sat, watching, and waiting for their friend to wake up, waiting for answers to questions that haunted them. Well, not really haunted them, more like annoyed them to the point that they wanted to strangle answers out of Dumbledore, Sirius, or Remus, who had taken the DADA post here at Hogwarts.
Hermione shifted on her seat, and sighed. Ron laid a hand on hers, and gave her a tired smile, which she returned. Ginny had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball on her chair, holding Harry's limp hand.
Dumbledore had only told them this much: That blast of power was Harry's, and there was more where that came from. But he wouldn't say why. The power had totally drained Harry, and Lucius had done some damage with that muggle gun, or as Ron had called it, gfungy.
A lot of damage, indeed. If one had been a centimeter to the left, it would have gone straight through Harry's heart. Another had shattered a rib- the tips of the bullets were sharpened like sword tips. Another had gone into his bladder, quite embarrassing. Thankfully, he wasn't awake.
But not so thankfully anymore. They missed Harry sorely, it had been a week since the battle, and he's been unconscious the whole time. It was painful to see your friend in such a state, especially a friend like Harry.
~*~
It was around midnight. After much insistence by a frazzled and worn out Madam Pomfrey, who appeared in a rather worryingly tight night gown at 10:00, Ron, Hermione, and a reluctant Ginny had gone to Gryffindor Tower for some much needed sleep.
Harry sleep was riddled with guilt and nightmares. He tossed and turned, moaning miserably, but finally slipping into sleep.
A small and dark figure scuttled clumsily in through the open window. It fell will a plop onto the floor. It was oddly shining silver- its paw seemed to be flawless. It sat up on its hind legs, and bit by bit, changed into a short man with the appearance of someone once very plump. The man twitched his nose back and forth in a very rat like manner, before drawing his wand out of his pocket, and pointing it unsteadily at Harry. Opening his mouth, the first part of the spell came out.
"Avada..."
He couldn't do it. He owed his life to this boy. Harry, Lily and James's son. He, Wormtail, not fit to be called Peter any longer, had betrayed them....his best friends. Tears were beginning to fall unchecked from his eyes. Why had he believed Voldemort? Voldemort had told him that if he worked for the Dark Side, then Voldemort would leave Lily and James alone. Why had he fallen for it? And, on top of that, he couldn't even tell Remus, Sirius, or Arabella the truth. They wouldn't believe it.
And they would die, too.
Whispering another spell, Wormtail transformed, and fled, sobbing in horror.
~*~
Harry thrashed again and again. He rolled onto his side, and expelled a large amount of blood through his mouth. His friends, guardians, and teachers watched in horror as Madam Pomfrey and her aides rushed around Harry. Blaring lights and sounds went off, muggle warning machines signaling that Harry was in very much trouble indeed.
Suddenly, everything stopped. The lights and sounds stopped. Harry stopped moving.
Stopped breathing.
Madam Pomfrey shook her head.
Dumbledore hugged McGonagall.
Remus pulled Sirius and Arabella into a hug.
Hermione sobbed on Ron's shoulder.
Ginny just stood there, tears threatening to fall, shaking her head.
"No....." she cried, before dissolving into tears.
Madam Pomfrey looked at the clock, and swallowed hard.
"Harry James Potter. Illness: Unknown curse. Time attempted to revive: one hour."
She blinked back tears as an aide wrote it down.
"Time of Death, 12:42 p.m."
~*~
Thank Yous:
BrinDiddy: Thank you, dearest cousin! Love your name, really.
Rodrigo: I hope this chapter was up to your standards.
Freakyleopard: Gotta love cliffhangers. I'm sure you are so happy with the end of this chapter! I know I am.
Cygnus Crux, Tomato Soup, Mags, Bill, Videl86, Torrential Zephyr, Peridos, Xing, SpookyKasper, May, Meow Queen, and Door, where are you? I miss you guys!
~*~
A/N: I decided on a title for the sequel- "Issues of Trust and Fate", but, if you guys don't like that, I can re-arrange it. But, I really like this one!
Gotta love evil chapter endings. Review!
~Merusa