Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry I haven't written anything to this story for a looong time. But as you can see, I've been really busy since then. I think I've written like eight stories since I last ended the last chapter. I'm such a procrastinator! Lol Oh well. But here you go! I know you've been waiting forever, so here it is! Shattered, chapter twenty four!..Julie
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Harry woke up with a blinding headache.
He blinked hard and took a sharp breath, surveying his surroundings. Why did his neck hurt so bad? Why couldn't he move?
Harry tried to move his fingers, his arm, anything. But it was like he was..paralyzed.
Soon he realized where he was. He could only see straight ahead, but the glowing white ceiling seemed so familiar.
"'Arry? Oh god, are yer all right?" Harry stiffened at the warm, deep voice. Hagrid.
Soon Hagrid's face came into view, and the pain in Harry's neck seemed so little now, compared to the searing compassion in his heart for his giant friend.
"'Arry? Yer alive, thank god." Hagrid took something wet- Harry realized it was a damp cloth- and lifted up Harry's shirt, patting at his side. God, how it stung.
Harry tried to sit up, but nothing happened.
"I dunno if yer broke anything or not. You look 'orrible an all. Yer side, it's messed up bad. Can you sit up? Can yer talk?" Hagrid's big brown eyes remained on Harry's. Harry tried to shake his head, but nothing happened.
"Yeh fell right through the window, yer did. It's a miracle that yeh survived. I was bout to go hysterical, an I called Dumbledore out there. He said yeh'd be all right. So I took yeh to my hut, and here you are. God, why aren't yeh saying anything?" Hagrid stopped patting at Harry's side and just stared at him. Harry wanted so bad to move, to talk to Hagrid, to thank him. To find Hermione and tell her he loved her. But all he could do was let tears slide down his cheeks.
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He woke up a while later, and he could instantly tell it was morning outside. The whole hut was lit with sunshine that was pouring through the small windows. Harry tried to move again; he couldn't.
Harry figured he'd have plenty of time to sort some things out in his head, so that's what he did. He thought back to all the thoughts that had raced through his mind when he was falling.
'I love Hermione so much. Why am I doing this. I don't want to die. I need to live. What is going on around here. I changed my mind. I need to live --for Hermione.'
And then everything had gone black.
Harry took a sharp breath. It hurt so much to breathe. Why didn't Hagrid just take him to Saint Mungo's? And why did Dumbledore tell Hagrid that he'd be okay, when he could plainly see that Harry was paralyzed? Harry's mind was spinning, and he felt his headache coming back again. But the main thing that he couldn't stop wondering, was: How had he lived?
Harry heard footsteps coming closer. They were soft and heavy, and Harry knew who they belonged to. Hagrid soon came into view again, and Harry tried to speak. But all that he could do was make breaths. Hagrid smiled at him. Why was he smiling? Why wasn't he taking this serious enough? Couldn't he see that Harry was NOT okay?
"I brought yer some soup, 'Arry. Eat up. Yeh need yer strength." Hagrid brought the bowl closer, and placed the spoon full of hot soup on Harry's lips. Harry tried to move his mouth and take in the soup with his tongue, but he couldn't. Hagrid dipped the spoon thankfully, and the warm soup slid down Harry's throat. Oh, it felt so good. It tasted so wonderful.
His whole stiff body felt almost new again, except for the fact that he couldn't move it. Harry wished so bad just to smile, just to thank Hagrid. But Hagrid was gone.
In a split second, he had disappeared. Harry moved his eyeballs back and forth in his head, trying frantically to see anything out of the corner of his eye. But it was useless.
Soon, after feeling so alone in the room, Harry suddenly felt as if he weren't the only person in the room again. He heard soft footsteps coming closer.
The white silken hairs hung towards his face, and Harry knew right away who was leaning over him as the sunlight reflected off the half-moon spectacles. Dumbledore?
Dumbledore's pale blue eyes shone in the sunlit room, and Harry was face to face with him; the least of anybody he wanted to see right now.
"Harry. Glad we finally get to talk." Dumbledore's voice was not its usually calming voice; it was hectic and low. It had a mean sound to it, and it made Harry shiver.
"I know what you tried to do. Everyone thinks you fell, but I know the truth. You willingly jumped out of that window." He paused. "Did you think just ending your life would solve all your problems? What about everyone else's? You were just going to leave them to handle all this on their own? Times are tough, and you were very selfish to try and just kill yourself. We all need you, Harry." Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's stiffened shoulder. "And that's why I saved you from hitting the ground."
Harry suddenly felt very weak. Had Dumbledore just said he has saved him? No, there was no way that he could have. Harry knew perfectly well that he had hit the ground; that's why he was paralyzed at this very moment! Did Dumbledore think he was stupid? Was he really going to believe all this shit?
Then it hit him hard, hard in the chest and Harry literally felt the air being sucked out of him. Harry had not jumped. There was something else that had happened, but he couldn't think straight. Something had happened to him when he was standing at the window, contemplating on his life.
Why couldn't he see it? He tried to put the pieces together. Like a big puzzle. Then it all suddenly fit. Harry knew for sure.
He had been pushed.
Harry made a sound of anger, the first sound he had made the whole time he had been lying there at Hagrid's. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"Harry? What's the matter? Figure something out?"
Harry made more sounds of hatred, but couldn't make any words form. He just growled and huffed, grunting angrily.
"Tsk, tsk. You must have realized everything. Too bad, I was going to let you live if you didn't." Dumbledore put his face closer. "That's right Harry. I pushed you out of that window, and I was going to make it look like an accident."
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~A/N: Cliffhanger! Okay well please review! I know it's been a while. If you are perplexed by Dumbledore's behavior, think back. Remember? He was acting very strange all along. Harry and his friends had started to notice. Well off to do more procrastinating! Lol...Julie~
A/N: Sorry I haven't written anything to this story for a looong time. But as you can see, I've been really busy since then. I think I've written like eight stories since I last ended the last chapter. I'm such a procrastinator! Lol Oh well. But here you go! I know you've been waiting forever, so here it is! Shattered, chapter twenty four!..Julie
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Harry woke up with a blinding headache.
He blinked hard and took a sharp breath, surveying his surroundings. Why did his neck hurt so bad? Why couldn't he move?
Harry tried to move his fingers, his arm, anything. But it was like he was..paralyzed.
Soon he realized where he was. He could only see straight ahead, but the glowing white ceiling seemed so familiar.
"'Arry? Oh god, are yer all right?" Harry stiffened at the warm, deep voice. Hagrid.
Soon Hagrid's face came into view, and the pain in Harry's neck seemed so little now, compared to the searing compassion in his heart for his giant friend.
"'Arry? Yer alive, thank god." Hagrid took something wet- Harry realized it was a damp cloth- and lifted up Harry's shirt, patting at his side. God, how it stung.
Harry tried to sit up, but nothing happened.
"I dunno if yer broke anything or not. You look 'orrible an all. Yer side, it's messed up bad. Can you sit up? Can yer talk?" Hagrid's big brown eyes remained on Harry's. Harry tried to shake his head, but nothing happened.
"Yeh fell right through the window, yer did. It's a miracle that yeh survived. I was bout to go hysterical, an I called Dumbledore out there. He said yeh'd be all right. So I took yeh to my hut, and here you are. God, why aren't yeh saying anything?" Hagrid stopped patting at Harry's side and just stared at him. Harry wanted so bad to move, to talk to Hagrid, to thank him. To find Hermione and tell her he loved her. But all he could do was let tears slide down his cheeks.
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He woke up a while later, and he could instantly tell it was morning outside. The whole hut was lit with sunshine that was pouring through the small windows. Harry tried to move again; he couldn't.
Harry figured he'd have plenty of time to sort some things out in his head, so that's what he did. He thought back to all the thoughts that had raced through his mind when he was falling.
'I love Hermione so much. Why am I doing this. I don't want to die. I need to live. What is going on around here. I changed my mind. I need to live --for Hermione.'
And then everything had gone black.
Harry took a sharp breath. It hurt so much to breathe. Why didn't Hagrid just take him to Saint Mungo's? And why did Dumbledore tell Hagrid that he'd be okay, when he could plainly see that Harry was paralyzed? Harry's mind was spinning, and he felt his headache coming back again. But the main thing that he couldn't stop wondering, was: How had he lived?
Harry heard footsteps coming closer. They were soft and heavy, and Harry knew who they belonged to. Hagrid soon came into view again, and Harry tried to speak. But all that he could do was make breaths. Hagrid smiled at him. Why was he smiling? Why wasn't he taking this serious enough? Couldn't he see that Harry was NOT okay?
"I brought yer some soup, 'Arry. Eat up. Yeh need yer strength." Hagrid brought the bowl closer, and placed the spoon full of hot soup on Harry's lips. Harry tried to move his mouth and take in the soup with his tongue, but he couldn't. Hagrid dipped the spoon thankfully, and the warm soup slid down Harry's throat. Oh, it felt so good. It tasted so wonderful.
His whole stiff body felt almost new again, except for the fact that he couldn't move it. Harry wished so bad just to smile, just to thank Hagrid. But Hagrid was gone.
In a split second, he had disappeared. Harry moved his eyeballs back and forth in his head, trying frantically to see anything out of the corner of his eye. But it was useless.
Soon, after feeling so alone in the room, Harry suddenly felt as if he weren't the only person in the room again. He heard soft footsteps coming closer.
The white silken hairs hung towards his face, and Harry knew right away who was leaning over him as the sunlight reflected off the half-moon spectacles. Dumbledore?
Dumbledore's pale blue eyes shone in the sunlit room, and Harry was face to face with him; the least of anybody he wanted to see right now.
"Harry. Glad we finally get to talk." Dumbledore's voice was not its usually calming voice; it was hectic and low. It had a mean sound to it, and it made Harry shiver.
"I know what you tried to do. Everyone thinks you fell, but I know the truth. You willingly jumped out of that window." He paused. "Did you think just ending your life would solve all your problems? What about everyone else's? You were just going to leave them to handle all this on their own? Times are tough, and you were very selfish to try and just kill yourself. We all need you, Harry." Dumbledore placed a hand on Harry's stiffened shoulder. "And that's why I saved you from hitting the ground."
Harry suddenly felt very weak. Had Dumbledore just said he has saved him? No, there was no way that he could have. Harry knew perfectly well that he had hit the ground; that's why he was paralyzed at this very moment! Did Dumbledore think he was stupid? Was he really going to believe all this shit?
Then it hit him hard, hard in the chest and Harry literally felt the air being sucked out of him. Harry had not jumped. There was something else that had happened, but he couldn't think straight. Something had happened to him when he was standing at the window, contemplating on his life.
Why couldn't he see it? He tried to put the pieces together. Like a big puzzle. Then it all suddenly fit. Harry knew for sure.
He had been pushed.
Harry made a sound of anger, the first sound he had made the whole time he had been lying there at Hagrid's. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"Harry? What's the matter? Figure something out?"
Harry made more sounds of hatred, but couldn't make any words form. He just growled and huffed, grunting angrily.
"Tsk, tsk. You must have realized everything. Too bad, I was going to let you live if you didn't." Dumbledore put his face closer. "That's right Harry. I pushed you out of that window, and I was going to make it look like an accident."
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~A/N: Cliffhanger! Okay well please review! I know it's been a while. If you are perplexed by Dumbledore's behavior, think back. Remember? He was acting very strange all along. Harry and his friends had started to notice. Well off to do more procrastinating! Lol...Julie~