Disclaimer: I don't own Harry and that's probably a good thing because a
lot of people would be upset.
A/N: *sobs* I'm so horribly sorry that this has taken me forever to write but school is evil and should die (and it's only been a week) and my muse really has died *desperately tries to revive muse* so if this chapter isn't as good please forgive me. *picks up electroshockers* clear! *tries to get a pulse on muse*
And for random thank you's. thank you soooo much Zou for beta-reading my stories and Sparkles whose given me some ideas that I really hope I can tie in and anyone else that's been reviewing! It makes me think someone out there actually cares! Wai! ^_______^ so please review!!! And now on with the story.
Alright one small thing and then I swear I'll leave you alone *evil grin* remember book five never happened so Sirius is.. Yes right then on with the story!
Voldemort paced the floor of his study. He felt something now that he had been running from since his childhood. It was fear. He felt it ebbing away at his calm stature, and his once expressionless face was drawn up tight in worry.
"Wormtail is dead now... I have to attack swiftly. They will find out and strike when they think I'm weak. I cannot let this setback my plans..."
With a sigh and the swish of his cloak Voldemort made his way out of his now dark and cold study. Rolling up his sleeves he revealed a violently green mark of a snake entwined in a skull. Placing a long white finger right between the eyes it began to shine.
~* 1 hour later *~
A circle of death eaters were now standing around a small and sickly greenish looking fire. There were, like the last meeting, a few small gaps around, but they were all quickly being filled by some new faces.
Slowly Voldemort rose from his hunched position on the armchair. Sighing he turned and faced the door. 'Alright I can't let them see my fear. No! I have no fear! I am Lord Voldemort!' Fixing his face into a look of malice he strode through the door and into the circle.
"As you know" said Voldemort importantly. "Dumbledore is dead!"
There was great rustling and people murmuring things like "Finally!" One death eater blurted out, "That mudblood-loving old fool was just getting in the way."
Voldemort whipped around and faced the speaker. "Rodophus isn't it?"
"Yes. yes my lord." The death eater said hesitantly.
"Come here." He said beckoning with a careless wave of his hand.
The man came forward slowly bowing his head. "Oh no need to be scared to be sure. As long as you were honest." With a quick push of his hand Voldemort pushed the man into the fire.
The once sickly green color had turned neon yellow and Rodophus' screams of agony could be heard over the roar of the flames. "Ahh." said Voldemort slowly. "It seems our good 'friend' Rodophus had a little more of a story than he let on to. If you're truthful it will stay green and you aren't harmed. But as you can see he was far from honest. I hope you see now that I am quite serious about what I plan to do. For this to work your loyalty is essential and I don't tolerate traitors. Let his death be a lesson to all of you!"
There was a sharp intake of breath among the crowd and Voldemort let out a short hissing laugh. "Now! This is when the fun begins. The time has come my friends! At last we shall attack and take back what should have been ours from the beginning. You soon shall have the power that you earned. But!" he said with great emphasis. "You must be faithful to me or shall die like the others."
Over the course of the next few hours Voldemort poured out his plan of attack. Finally when it had all been explained four times over he was able to escape back to the quiet of his study. Rubbing his temples Voldemort let out a deep sigh but was soon interrupted by a timid rap at the door.
"Can you not see I'm taking my rest now you fool? Curse you all! Leave me in peace for the time being you unfaithful dog and I shall deal with you later."
Quietly Cho withdrew from the door clutching her arm in pain. The new mark on her arm still blazed with a green light and she felt like it was on fire. Her teeth clenched she pulled her hood up over her face and with a new wave of determination set out to find Draco.
"I have to set his plans into action!"
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When Harry awoke from his dream he lay there for a moment or two letting the quiet doom settle in. Sitting up suddenly Harry finally made a real decision.
Reaching into the small whole Harry dug out his blood stained poems. But they couldn't help him any more... There was only one thing could.
Harry paused when he finally found what he had been searching for. His hand clasped tightly around the small shard of glass and he slowly brought it out into the light. Getting to his knees Harry took a few deep breaths.
"I won't back down this time though!" Harry said firmly. "I'm going to take charge for what I did. Someone has to pay!"
With that Harry raised the broken bit of glass to his wrist.
*CLANG*
Harry's cell door opened with a tremendous force and for a few moments Harry had the glorious idea of freedom. But slowly making his way out into the room beyond his tiny cell he saw nothing new. The same black marble mirror sat in the corner and the room was full of torches.
Looking deep into the mirror Harry could see the faces of all his friends smiling up at him. A shadow past over them though and one by one the faces of happiness turned to panic and fear. One by one they fell to the power of some unseen killer and once again Harry could do nothing to stop it. When finally Colin had crumpled to the floor the murder made his appearance. With an impish grin he stepped closer to Harry and nodded.
"NOOO!!" Harry yelled picking up the nearest torch and throwing it as hard as he could towards the mirror.
With an earsplitting crunch it shattered into millions of pieces that rained down on Harry's head. But Harry couldn't stop shaking. "I did it... I killed them all... "
Looking down Harry stared at the faces which were gazing up at him. The pieces of his life lay scattered on the floor. Slowly he sank to his knees and looked at the shard in his hand. Cold and gleaming the angry edges shimmered in the moonlight.
The little piece of glass was so simple and almost intriguing he realized turning it over in his hands. At first glance it looked so simple and pure, but if you looked closer you can see the imperfections and harsh corners. That's what can tear your life apart.
Gazing into the broken bits of mirror Harry was able to for the first time in forever it seemed to see what he had become. His once brilliant green eyes were sunken in and his skin sallow. He felt as if had aged 70 years in the past few months. And he felt so tired and overused, like a teddy bear that over the years has lost all his stuffing. But something hurt even more right then.
"I've done nothing in my life worth anything" he exclaimed suddenly.
His thoughts of happier times at Hogwarts were lost in his despair. The smiling friends he once had were mere shadows. All that was left was Harry... Harry and darkness. He felt so completely alone.
A single red drop fell with a splash onto the mirror. Harry opened his hand in surprise. The shard of glass had cut his palm and a thin trickle of blood was snaking its way down his arm.
The thing that surprised Harry the most wasn't the fact that he was bleeding, but rather the fact that it didn't hurt. Instead it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. And as he gazed at his hand a smile crossed his face. With a determined glint in his eye Harry grasped the shard of glass firmly. The blood was flowing more freely now as he meticulously began slicing away at his once thin tender wrists.
Slowly he sank to floor and his head began to spin. A pool began forming below him and staining the floor with his blood. But there was a smile as the shard slipped from his hand and his eyes rolled back. The last thing he remembered before he fainted was a yell. And Harry breathed his last several hours later curled up in a pool of his own blood and the bit of glass still grasped lovingly in his hands.
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"No!" Sirius bellowed pounding down the door. But it was too late. Rushing into the small white room Sirius splashed through the crimson pool that tainted the floor. "Harry?" he whispered grasping the boy's shoulders firmly. "Harry!!"
Sirius' body gave a shudder and he carefully lay the boys body back down. Prying apart his fingers he spotted the small thing that had taken so much from him. With tears in his eyes he held the shard tightly in his hand and paused for a moment. "There was so much you didn't know Harry. I blame myself for not telling you. But I won't let him do this anymore. He'll pay for what he did to you!"
Silently he kissed Harry's forehead and rose to leave. "I am so sorry for all that I've done to you." he paused and took in a deep breath. "My son."
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Voldemort's only movements now were sporadic and sudden. His once greedy eyes lost all ambition and his head lay lazily over his shoulder. The fire was extinguished in the grate and the room had a cold edge to it. But more interest lay in the chair then anything else. Because that was where he had reached his final resting place.
The screams had finally stopped but the voices were forever echoing. The many voices of the dead were finally free, and all of Voldemort's victims were unchained. There was only one that would not take freedom. They stayed with darkness until the end. Their strength failed them long ago. And all that they left back here in this mess was a small pile of clothes and two words 'I rest'. That was long long ago and each day since that day we've sat here and wondered and wondered away.
You see over the years, the power, and the anger, and all the resentment towards everyone around him ate him up inside. But half of him was still innocent. It was the side that tried to escape the evils of the world. Yet it was he that killed it and without that childlike innocence holding him back he was lost.
And yet he finally had his freedom. He was no longer chained to the world of pain he had created. And so it happened on this day that three wizards died.
The first was the famous Harry Potter who through it all found that he in the end couldn't deal with what he thought he'd done. In the end it was the guilt for what he'd done that consumed him.
The second was another death that was soon spread quickly throughout the countryside. Lord Voldemort had been discovered dead in his study. No one knows what happened to him but it is greatly rejoiced and none seem to care to find a reason.
The third death was a small one compared to the others that happened and was mourned quietly by close friends and family. That was the death of the young Neville Longbottom who was killed on his first mission as an auror.
How different these three deaths may seem. Yet how alike they all are. For Voldemort had one weakness that none knew. It had happened years back when he was only 16 years old. He was still Tom then, still the model student, and the one everyone loved. But in his mind he came up with a plot to kill his family. There was only one way it would work without him coming under suspicion though.
A/N: *sobs* I'm so horribly sorry that this has taken me forever to write but school is evil and should die (and it's only been a week) and my muse really has died *desperately tries to revive muse* so if this chapter isn't as good please forgive me. *picks up electroshockers* clear! *tries to get a pulse on muse*
And for random thank you's. thank you soooo much Zou for beta-reading my stories and Sparkles whose given me some ideas that I really hope I can tie in and anyone else that's been reviewing! It makes me think someone out there actually cares! Wai! ^_______^ so please review!!! And now on with the story.
Alright one small thing and then I swear I'll leave you alone *evil grin* remember book five never happened so Sirius is.. Yes right then on with the story!
Voldemort paced the floor of his study. He felt something now that he had been running from since his childhood. It was fear. He felt it ebbing away at his calm stature, and his once expressionless face was drawn up tight in worry.
"Wormtail is dead now... I have to attack swiftly. They will find out and strike when they think I'm weak. I cannot let this setback my plans..."
With a sigh and the swish of his cloak Voldemort made his way out of his now dark and cold study. Rolling up his sleeves he revealed a violently green mark of a snake entwined in a skull. Placing a long white finger right between the eyes it began to shine.
~* 1 hour later *~
A circle of death eaters were now standing around a small and sickly greenish looking fire. There were, like the last meeting, a few small gaps around, but they were all quickly being filled by some new faces.
Slowly Voldemort rose from his hunched position on the armchair. Sighing he turned and faced the door. 'Alright I can't let them see my fear. No! I have no fear! I am Lord Voldemort!' Fixing his face into a look of malice he strode through the door and into the circle.
"As you know" said Voldemort importantly. "Dumbledore is dead!"
There was great rustling and people murmuring things like "Finally!" One death eater blurted out, "That mudblood-loving old fool was just getting in the way."
Voldemort whipped around and faced the speaker. "Rodophus isn't it?"
"Yes. yes my lord." The death eater said hesitantly.
"Come here." He said beckoning with a careless wave of his hand.
The man came forward slowly bowing his head. "Oh no need to be scared to be sure. As long as you were honest." With a quick push of his hand Voldemort pushed the man into the fire.
The once sickly green color had turned neon yellow and Rodophus' screams of agony could be heard over the roar of the flames. "Ahh." said Voldemort slowly. "It seems our good 'friend' Rodophus had a little more of a story than he let on to. If you're truthful it will stay green and you aren't harmed. But as you can see he was far from honest. I hope you see now that I am quite serious about what I plan to do. For this to work your loyalty is essential and I don't tolerate traitors. Let his death be a lesson to all of you!"
There was a sharp intake of breath among the crowd and Voldemort let out a short hissing laugh. "Now! This is when the fun begins. The time has come my friends! At last we shall attack and take back what should have been ours from the beginning. You soon shall have the power that you earned. But!" he said with great emphasis. "You must be faithful to me or shall die like the others."
Over the course of the next few hours Voldemort poured out his plan of attack. Finally when it had all been explained four times over he was able to escape back to the quiet of his study. Rubbing his temples Voldemort let out a deep sigh but was soon interrupted by a timid rap at the door.
"Can you not see I'm taking my rest now you fool? Curse you all! Leave me in peace for the time being you unfaithful dog and I shall deal with you later."
Quietly Cho withdrew from the door clutching her arm in pain. The new mark on her arm still blazed with a green light and she felt like it was on fire. Her teeth clenched she pulled her hood up over her face and with a new wave of determination set out to find Draco.
"I have to set his plans into action!"
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When Harry awoke from his dream he lay there for a moment or two letting the quiet doom settle in. Sitting up suddenly Harry finally made a real decision.
Reaching into the small whole Harry dug out his blood stained poems. But they couldn't help him any more... There was only one thing could.
Harry paused when he finally found what he had been searching for. His hand clasped tightly around the small shard of glass and he slowly brought it out into the light. Getting to his knees Harry took a few deep breaths.
"I won't back down this time though!" Harry said firmly. "I'm going to take charge for what I did. Someone has to pay!"
With that Harry raised the broken bit of glass to his wrist.
*CLANG*
Harry's cell door opened with a tremendous force and for a few moments Harry had the glorious idea of freedom. But slowly making his way out into the room beyond his tiny cell he saw nothing new. The same black marble mirror sat in the corner and the room was full of torches.
Looking deep into the mirror Harry could see the faces of all his friends smiling up at him. A shadow past over them though and one by one the faces of happiness turned to panic and fear. One by one they fell to the power of some unseen killer and once again Harry could do nothing to stop it. When finally Colin had crumpled to the floor the murder made his appearance. With an impish grin he stepped closer to Harry and nodded.
"NOOO!!" Harry yelled picking up the nearest torch and throwing it as hard as he could towards the mirror.
With an earsplitting crunch it shattered into millions of pieces that rained down on Harry's head. But Harry couldn't stop shaking. "I did it... I killed them all... "
Looking down Harry stared at the faces which were gazing up at him. The pieces of his life lay scattered on the floor. Slowly he sank to his knees and looked at the shard in his hand. Cold and gleaming the angry edges shimmered in the moonlight.
The little piece of glass was so simple and almost intriguing he realized turning it over in his hands. At first glance it looked so simple and pure, but if you looked closer you can see the imperfections and harsh corners. That's what can tear your life apart.
Gazing into the broken bits of mirror Harry was able to for the first time in forever it seemed to see what he had become. His once brilliant green eyes were sunken in and his skin sallow. He felt as if had aged 70 years in the past few months. And he felt so tired and overused, like a teddy bear that over the years has lost all his stuffing. But something hurt even more right then.
"I've done nothing in my life worth anything" he exclaimed suddenly.
His thoughts of happier times at Hogwarts were lost in his despair. The smiling friends he once had were mere shadows. All that was left was Harry... Harry and darkness. He felt so completely alone.
A single red drop fell with a splash onto the mirror. Harry opened his hand in surprise. The shard of glass had cut his palm and a thin trickle of blood was snaking its way down his arm.
The thing that surprised Harry the most wasn't the fact that he was bleeding, but rather the fact that it didn't hurt. Instead it felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders. And as he gazed at his hand a smile crossed his face. With a determined glint in his eye Harry grasped the shard of glass firmly. The blood was flowing more freely now as he meticulously began slicing away at his once thin tender wrists.
Slowly he sank to floor and his head began to spin. A pool began forming below him and staining the floor with his blood. But there was a smile as the shard slipped from his hand and his eyes rolled back. The last thing he remembered before he fainted was a yell. And Harry breathed his last several hours later curled up in a pool of his own blood and the bit of glass still grasped lovingly in his hands.
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"No!" Sirius bellowed pounding down the door. But it was too late. Rushing into the small white room Sirius splashed through the crimson pool that tainted the floor. "Harry?" he whispered grasping the boy's shoulders firmly. "Harry!!"
Sirius' body gave a shudder and he carefully lay the boys body back down. Prying apart his fingers he spotted the small thing that had taken so much from him. With tears in his eyes he held the shard tightly in his hand and paused for a moment. "There was so much you didn't know Harry. I blame myself for not telling you. But I won't let him do this anymore. He'll pay for what he did to you!"
Silently he kissed Harry's forehead and rose to leave. "I am so sorry for all that I've done to you." he paused and took in a deep breath. "My son."
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Voldemort's only movements now were sporadic and sudden. His once greedy eyes lost all ambition and his head lay lazily over his shoulder. The fire was extinguished in the grate and the room had a cold edge to it. But more interest lay in the chair then anything else. Because that was where he had reached his final resting place.
The screams had finally stopped but the voices were forever echoing. The many voices of the dead were finally free, and all of Voldemort's victims were unchained. There was only one that would not take freedom. They stayed with darkness until the end. Their strength failed them long ago. And all that they left back here in this mess was a small pile of clothes and two words 'I rest'. That was long long ago and each day since that day we've sat here and wondered and wondered away.
You see over the years, the power, and the anger, and all the resentment towards everyone around him ate him up inside. But half of him was still innocent. It was the side that tried to escape the evils of the world. Yet it was he that killed it and without that childlike innocence holding him back he was lost.
And yet he finally had his freedom. He was no longer chained to the world of pain he had created. And so it happened on this day that three wizards died.
The first was the famous Harry Potter who through it all found that he in the end couldn't deal with what he thought he'd done. In the end it was the guilt for what he'd done that consumed him.
The second was another death that was soon spread quickly throughout the countryside. Lord Voldemort had been discovered dead in his study. No one knows what happened to him but it is greatly rejoiced and none seem to care to find a reason.
The third death was a small one compared to the others that happened and was mourned quietly by close friends and family. That was the death of the young Neville Longbottom who was killed on his first mission as an auror.
How different these three deaths may seem. Yet how alike they all are. For Voldemort had one weakness that none knew. It had happened years back when he was only 16 years old. He was still Tom then, still the model student, and the one everyone loved. But in his mind he came up with a plot to kill his family. There was only one way it would work without him coming under suspicion though.
