LP HP: Second Dose- A Story in Twenty-Eight Snippets
by Tavalya Ra
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Rowling is a goddess; may she have mercy on my soul for writing this.
Author's Notes: Thank you to Mawkish for putting me up to the challenge of writing this and to everyone who read and commented upon the story in April- especially Skip, who never failed to make me laugh.
To whispers of an angel- it wouldn't be Harry Potter without Harry Potter for the obvious reason. To Arch-Nemesis- it's the power of love, which I feel comfortable using as Rowling has already established it as a viable energy in canon. To Loretta- sorry, but I've never really liked Remus/Severus. I don't see the chemistry although I know others have written that pairing successfully. To Tobyas and N Snape- the story is twenty-eight snippets, however I have only posted twenty-seven. You are confusing FF.net's numbering with the actual snippet numbers. FF.net's numbers are incorrect because of the two Author's Notes. To snakecharmer2- yes, I chose the phoenix because of the wand cores. I hope Rowling will show Harry gaining respect for Snape, too. She certainly seems to want us to have sympathy for the Potions Master. "Pot-head"… ::laughs:: To LadyBird- I am convinced that OotP destroyed the pairing, but I'm glad you still enjoyed my story. Thank you also to Vita brevis, Exwhyzed, melodoie, Widow767, Animus et Anima Wyrmis, and mercyangel for reviewing.
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Snippet #27: Obligation
For three days, the wizarding world was at a halt. For three days, Sirius, Remus, and Severus took shifts watching Aurora and keeping a bedside vigil. Then Harry Potter emerged from his coma.
The celebrations that followed were riotous, infectious with joy. Voldemort- body and soul- was destroyed, the Death Eaters were crushed, and years of terror were ended. The survivors- and there were many- celebrated for the lives of the dead, for the happiness of the future.
But Harry was changed. His eyes were deeper and held a strange twinkle. Whenever he looked at someone, he left him or her with the distinct impression that his gaze penetrated far beyond appearance, into the fiber of one's being.
And it was true. Harry had seen the substance of his own soul and it had left a mark. He could see into the hearts of others: if they loved, if they hated, if they had known joy or sorrow, what they thought of themselves, and what their nature truly was.
One day he looked at Ginny Weasley and realized she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It was if a fog had suddenly dispersed from his mind. He knew exactly what he wanted- but he wasn't entirely certain what he could have.
He went to Dumbledore and told him everything.
"No one else knows that I can see these things, sir," Harry explained. "I'm not sure what sort of obligation I have. There must be something…"
Dumbledore smiled gently. His blue eyes held a sympathetic sparkle.
"You have the same obligation as every one else, Harry," he said. "To use your powers for good, not evil."
Harry nodded. "I know that, sir. But I need to know something more specific. There… there must be other wizards in history like me. What did they-"
Harry's voice trailed off. His jaw slowly dropped in realization.
"You," he said suddenly. "You see the same things I do! It's how you defeated Grindelwald!"
A broad smile spread across Dumbledore's face. "You wish me to tell you what you should do, Harry?"
Harry nodded adamantly.
The headmaster said, "Do whatever will make you happy."
