A/N: You know what, three months after my last post; I had a nice big excuse ready to explain my absence. Now after nearly a year I have none. Ten bucks saying that any of the 22 people who reviewed my early chapters is not around or doesn't even care anymore to get back into it. I would have given up on it but every time I thought about it, I knew one day I would have to finish it. I'm doing this more for myself them for you, I need to put these demons to rest.
By the way, it may seem that the start of the chapter that their was a chapter missing. Fear not, it's supposed to be that way, to leave you in the dark and not understand how Harry got screwed over. Enjoy... By the way sorry about all the errors and stuff, my human checker sorta crapped out on me. Also, I had writtin this before the 5th book came out and a lot of things are the same and different at the same time, so I didn't borrow anything from it.
Chapter 9: Dream's End
Harry lay quietly, not moving and hardly breathing. It was nearing five minuets sense he had frantically climbed into the vent. Harry's life was made even worse than before in a life's minute. The surface in which he was laying creaked in protest of his weight slightly. Harry moved slowly to spread the weight more, but only making the foil like metal under him scream louder. Stopping, Harry listened to anything moving below him.
It had been a couple minuets, maybe they wasn't looking for him anymore, not on this floor anyway. "Wouldn't it be nice," He thought. "If they were simply listening as well, and as soon as I moved, they fired? So hard to choose which fate would be better...." Death was looking better and better all the time to him, now more than ever. How he wished Sirius didn't push him in here, allowing him to live while giving his own life. Harry now thought he had been given the bad end of the deal.
"Goddamn it Sirius!" He said, almost allowing his voice to rise above a wispier. He didn't know what to blame it on more than him. It had gone so wrong.
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It was almost over; he could see the door and the exit. But he also saw the thing that had ruined everything, himself. Half way down the last stair case he saw his self, his past self, walk up to the door. He should have known then that it was over, but he tried to go on. He told Sirius and even himself to head back up. They ran fast, fast enough to not notice the guards that were coming down.
By the time Harry noticed the difference between his own heart beating and the pounding of the guard's feet, they were only two stories between them. Thinking only enough to understand they needed to hide, he slammed his body into the door beside him, bursting it open unnecessarily. The hall was thankfully empty; doors lined the hall breaking up the cream colored paint that covered the walls. Quickly, the two jogged down the corridor until a sound stopped them.
Harry saw the door ahead of them open in slow motion, but in reality it was nearly burst apart. Harry insticvly raised his wand to face what ever was about to come though that door. But Sirius had grabbed Harry by the side of his arm and flung Harry and himself into the room next to them. Locked or not, they burst into the room and skidded a few feet on the floor. Both of them got off the floor in a mirrored motion.
"Shit..." Sirius had said in a whisper.
"Call Orcrist." Harry said while he rubbed his arm.
"He can't help." Sirius said while looking around the room with an un-usually calm expression on his face.
Even though he knew it was worthless, Harry ran over to the door and braced his body against it, hoping to stop the guards while Sirius looked for a way out.
Soon after, Sirius grabbed him roughly and pulled him away. "That's not going to work either. Doors stop spells, not bullets" He motioned for Harry to look up at the ceiling. Hanging low was an air shaft with a vent above the desk. "Only in Muggle films..." Sirius whispered as he climbed up on the desk and lifted his arms up into the air to try and open the vent.
"Why aren't they attacking?" Harry asked himself more than Sirius.
"I need some help." Sirius said, not answering. His arms were not long enough. Slowly, Harry lifted himself on the desk while Sirius bent over and cupped his hands. "Pull your self up when you get it open." Sirius said while lifting Harry up. "Think you can pull me up?"
"I'll think about it." Harry said sarcastically while removing the opening. He poked his head into the dark and closed in space. He tried not to think about escaping like this. He made it a point to learn apparition when he got out of here. He had learned plenty of spells, but at the cost of keeping him to busy to learn the more complicated magic. He pushed his arm though and lifted his body up and into the crawl space. He was sure that it would break on him and it bended so bad it nearly did. He had no idea how he would be able to pull Sirius up without it breaking. He was trying to turn himself around to lift Sirius up when he heard him yell.
By the time he was able to turn around in the tight space, he had heard gun shots and several spells being fired. He looked down and saw Sirius using the ice spell on the door, trying to block it. "What happened?" Harry yelled down to him. He could now see that blood was running down from one of Sirius' arms, it slipped down his fingers and Harry thought could hear each individual drop hit the forming puddle on the table.
"Harry." Sirius said without looking up. "I'm not going to be able to hold this door for long." Almost in answer, Harry heard a large shatter and Sirius thrust his arm forward to put more power on the spell."
"Then come on!" Harry said, putting his arms down.
"No. The second I stop this spell, they are going to bust in here. We won't have enough time. And even if I do make it up their, they'll know were we are and foil isn't exactly a bullet vest and I don't think they no your up there."
"You expect me to leave?" Harry said back. "We can make it, just come on!" His voice was angry, even though he himself knew the words were not true. He couldn't remember what was going on in his mind then, but he was for sure he knew their was no way him and Sirius both would get out alive.
Sirius was still facing the door. "I'm sorry Harry." He said a little above a whisper. Faster then Harry could register it, Sirius raised his wand arm in the air and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew what he was about to do, but couldn't stop it in that tight space. He grabbed on the side and tried to push himself as far back as he could go. Half way he heard Sirius yell at out the words that would activate the push spell, a spell Harry invented himself. He saw the transparent hand come up inside the vent, and rush at him with the outstanding speed.
Harry closed his eyes, preparing for the impact. He felt the wind slam against him, propelling him backward several feet until he hit the corner. He looked up slowly at the light shining up from the room were Sirius was. He made himself deaf, not allowing himself to hear the gunshot, but the flash of light that leapt up from the room and surrounded everything around Harry was impossible to ignore. Several more followed it, along with raised voices. None of them belonged to Sirius.
In a matter of seconds, it was over.
Five minuets later, he was still in the same spot. He hadn't even moved that much. He tried to focus on how to get out, tried to dream that maybe Sirius was only injured. But he knew the worst case was always the truth in these past few years. Sirius was dead. After he found that thought, digested it, and wondered why he was able to survive did he think of a way out, or if he should think of a way out.
"I can't stay here." He thought, and at the same time wished it was not true. He would have to get out, and live. If not for himself then for the others.
Then he remembered why he was here, what made him come here in the first place. Ron. He wasn't going to go though all this without seeing him again. Instantly he started to think of ways to get out. He knew he's past self would now be in the building, so the guards would be distracted, maybe even thinking it was the one they were after in the first place.
He also had a network that went though out this entire building. All he would have to do was crawl and stop at the other openings. Slowly he began to turn himself around, half expecting to hear a gun shot and feel a pain in his stomach, but none came. He could hardly see anything ahead of him now, but he knew using the lumos spell would make it much easier for guards to see him though the cracks. He slowly moved forward, not really knowing were he was going, stopping at the next few openings to peer inside, hoping for a window or some other way out.
He knew this would have to end somewhere. If it would happen, he would have to drop down into one of the empty rooms and call one of the others or try to get out himself, hopefully with better results. Two minuets went by, with Harry seeing no one or hearing no voices. Several times he would get stuck, or something would get caught, many of this was due to the time turner's string. He thought maybe he should just go back even further, but he knew the rules of time travel, to many trips and some paradox was bound to happen.
The next vent opening he reached he looked down into. No window, but no guards either. In fact, it was completely empty. He had noticed that thorough the entire building, whether their was a person in the room or not, the lights were always on. And most rooms didn't even have a light switch. He thought it was because it was all just by one control, or maybe Voldemort was doing something. He didn't really know or care. Slowly he grabbed the edges of the vent and pulled it out, putting it over the side.
He checked the room again to make sure there were no cameras, and then pre paired himself for the long fall to the floor. He was right about to let himself flip over the side when he heard a loud voice from further down. He jerked his head back up and looked in the direction the sound had come from. It was far ahead of him, and he didn't have to worry about being caught, but the voice had sounded familiar.
At first he thought Sirius. Then angrily tore the thought away. Even if it wasn't Sirius, he needed to know who it was. Without putting the vent back into place he started to crawl again, maybe a little faster then before. He didn't hear anything more, but could see a shadow moving though the light up ahead every now and then. In only a couple minuets he had reached it. And by what he saw, he knew the next couple a minuets would not be forgotten.
Wormtail was pacing around a boiling cauldron, muttering to himself. Only then did Harry remember that he was on the same floor were he had fought Voldemort days before. Were he should be fighting him any minuet now. He was right about to turn around, no wanting to see himself fighting, when he heard a door burst open. He looked back down to see Voldemort come in. No more than an hour ago Orcrist had set him on fire, but he looked fine.
Wormtail stopped pacing around and looked up. "Master I ---"
"Quite." Spat Voldermort. "I'm only here to grab a couple pints of this." He reached into his robes and pulled out a small flask and slowly filled it with some of the potion.
"Please Master."
"No Wormtail!" Voldemort said in a surprisingly calm voice, but the tone said that if Wormtail said another word, he would be punished.
Wormtail stared at him, slightly opened mouthed, as Voldemort walked out quickly. He was in a hurry about something; Harry didn't bother to think about it.
"Do it!" Voldemort said to Wormtail before slamming the door.
Wormtail stood in that spot for a moment, hardly breathing. At the back of Harry's mind he knew something was wrong, or he already knew what was about to happen next but would not let it register. Wormtail walked over to the cauldron and pulled his own flask out. He only let a few drops pour into it before he yanked it away. Wormtail started at it for a long while. It was easy to see the fear in his face.
Harry heard the shout before Wormtail seemed to notice it. A few gunshots went off and Harry could hear a voice shouting spells, his own voice. Quickly, Wormtail brought the flask to his lips and drank it. He took a couple deep breaths, and then fell on the floor out of Harry's sight. Not long after, Voldemort appeared back into view. But Harry knew it was Wormtail, and shook his head in disgust. He couldn't believe that he thought he had actually beat Voldemort that he had ended the terror single handed. Too many things came at him at once. The top of them was the fact that Voldemort was truly still around in his own time, that it wasn't over as the rest of the wizarding world thought.
"No..." Harry thought. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair for this to go on as it had these past few years. He slammed his fist as hard as he could and yelled out in anger. Wormtail looked up at the noise in surprise. Harry silently cursed himself and was about to move backwards to get away when he heard the door open again. This time it was himself. The silence that followed was much shorter then Harry remembered it to be. Then the out burst of spells took place. Harry watched from above at the duel. He could not believe he had had this much trouble with Wormtail, and only guessed at how powerful Voldemort was compared to him.
Below, the duel raged on. Harry's arm had already been hit, and he was hiding behind an overturned desk. Harry knew what was coming, behind the desk the other Harry was preparing for a spell, one that had only recently been taught to him. Wormtail was standing out in the open, pointing his own wand down at the desk and not moving.
Harry saw himself leap to the side and point his wand. Loudly he shouted the words of the rip spell.
The spell it's self could not be seen, so Wormtail didn't try to dodge anything, but seconds after was toppled down on the floor screaming. Harry saw himself look away until it was over with. He thought Voldemort was dead, lying on the floor in a pitiful heap, his skin now dust. Harry watched himself go over to the pc, searching for Ron's name. Harry wanted to jump down, to tell him of everything that was about to happen to him. But he knew he couldn't do it. If he ever came in contact with himself, the fabric of time would be destroyed. So he stayed were he was, only able to watch.
The other Harry looked up from the PC, smiling slightly. He walked next to the door, kicking what was left of Wormtail's head. Dust went everywhere.
Something had been nagging the back of Harry's mind for awhile now, but he couldn't focus on it. Now it hit him, and hard. The time turner. He knew for a fact that Wormtail didn't have one, and the only person besides Voldemort that had one was himself. It was somewhat obvious, if only to himself. He had to mess with himself before, and now it looked like he had to do it again. Not thinking of anything else, he grabbed the time turner of his neck and placed it in between the bars.
Slowly, he began to swing it back and forth, gaining distance with speed. He let go when he thought it would land near Wormtail. It sailed though the air and landed right next to him with a loud clank. Harry saw himself, stop, hold out his wand, and spin around, looking for the source of the sound. He wondered if he shouldn't have done that, make himself go though all that he had been though, but now there was no choice.
After Harry had watched himself go, he dropped down into the room, and looked at the clear window with the sky painted behind it. Discarding any hope he had of escaping though the window, he turned and looked around himself. He could try and follow himself, going out the window he himself would be blowing up soon. It wasn't as far up as this room was, but in know way was it safe to jump. Summing his broom would not work either, he had no idea of were it was, making it impossible for him to have a mental picture of it.
The lobby door looked like the only way out. He headed left and walked out the already open door. When he had crossed the door frame, he stopped and listened. He couldn't hear anything, which didn't mean much. But his eyes told a better story. Nothing was out of place or wrong, he also had the knowledge of his other self stunning many of the guards on his assault up here. So, without bothering to walk slowly or causally, he started to walk to the stairs.
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The cool night air was reviving and forbidding at the same time. A rush of wind had hit him when he opened the door, filling his lungs unwillingly. No one had seen him on his way down, he didn't know if he was thankful or not. But he knew what to do next, and it would be a simple matter of walking to the right place. The hard part would be telling the others what had happened to Sirius.
Harry ripped his head to one side violently, ridding himself of the thought of Sirius, but the damage had already been done. Even as he walked away from the building, his legs kept trying to push him back into the building to find a hope of Sirius that didn't exist. He rubbed off the tears coming down his cheeks that he didn't even realize was there.
The streets were mercifully clear, and Harry whispered a thank you for it. He turned and started to walk down the side walk which would lead him near the hotel were the others were staying. He was walking slowly, the building still looming behind him. He could hear a scraping behind him, not caring if it was a leaf being blown across the ground by the wind, or an angel of death, he kept walking. Only the sound of a human voice stopped him.
"Harry…" The voice was cracked and groggy, giving off the owner's pain. Harry turned around and saw the unbelievable. Sirius was walking tworeds him, one of his legs dragging behind him. Blood was covering his left arm and the leg he was dragging, but the blood must have stopped flowing.
Harry's face remained unchanged, leaving only the solemn and pain filled young man outside. He wanted to run to him, to hug him and help him walk, but his legs would not move, and he knew why. Harry looked into the eyes of the ever closer Sirius. They had a menacing look, a look of delight and defeat.
"Voldemort." Harry said, letting the words roll of his lips.
The person stopped moving, and Harry prepared himself for the faked confusion and denials that only a fair and good god would let be true. But none came; only a thin smile appeared. He pushed his leg up and supported his weight on it. Harry looked for a wand on Voldemort, but didn't see any.
"That was quicker than I thought." Voldemort said, stealing the voice from Sirius.
"I can go back to believing your Sirius if you'd like. I'd die happy then." His brain had nearly gone numb. He could only hope the rage, sadness, and unbearable desire he was feeling would not come out.
"Maybe…" Voldemort said, letting the words linger.
"What happened to him then? Keeping him alive to use him as you please?"
"Oh, the thought did cross my mind, but by the time I reached Sirius, he was to near death for me to revive him. I put more than his hair in this potion though." Voldemort smiled more broadly, showing off the smile that Harry had loved and held close.
"So you've come here to torture me the worst way you can, then kill me right?"
"I'm not that nice Harry. I would like to know were my time turner is though."
Harry turned around away from Voldermort and started to walk. He didn't care what happened to him now. If Voldemort killed him now, it would be mercy and not the true pain the he wanted to cause. He couldn't hear anything behind him, nothing moved or breathed. Slowly he turned his head to the side to look behind him; nothing was there, no shadow or silhouette in front of the moon.
He turned his head back around and kept walking. He would not be able to go back the hotel tonight, if Voldemort was following him, all the others could be killed. He turned off a road and walked into an ally, dark and non-moving. He wouldn't sleep tonight, so a makeshift bed wasn't even necessary. He sat down when the street was almost out of view and leaned his head on the building behind him, his mind still numb.
By the way, it may seem that the start of the chapter that their was a chapter missing. Fear not, it's supposed to be that way, to leave you in the dark and not understand how Harry got screwed over. Enjoy... By the way sorry about all the errors and stuff, my human checker sorta crapped out on me. Also, I had writtin this before the 5th book came out and a lot of things are the same and different at the same time, so I didn't borrow anything from it.
Chapter 9: Dream's End
Harry lay quietly, not moving and hardly breathing. It was nearing five minuets sense he had frantically climbed into the vent. Harry's life was made even worse than before in a life's minute. The surface in which he was laying creaked in protest of his weight slightly. Harry moved slowly to spread the weight more, but only making the foil like metal under him scream louder. Stopping, Harry listened to anything moving below him.
It had been a couple minuets, maybe they wasn't looking for him anymore, not on this floor anyway. "Wouldn't it be nice," He thought. "If they were simply listening as well, and as soon as I moved, they fired? So hard to choose which fate would be better...." Death was looking better and better all the time to him, now more than ever. How he wished Sirius didn't push him in here, allowing him to live while giving his own life. Harry now thought he had been given the bad end of the deal.
"Goddamn it Sirius!" He said, almost allowing his voice to rise above a wispier. He didn't know what to blame it on more than him. It had gone so wrong.
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It was almost over; he could see the door and the exit. But he also saw the thing that had ruined everything, himself. Half way down the last stair case he saw his self, his past self, walk up to the door. He should have known then that it was over, but he tried to go on. He told Sirius and even himself to head back up. They ran fast, fast enough to not notice the guards that were coming down.
By the time Harry noticed the difference between his own heart beating and the pounding of the guard's feet, they were only two stories between them. Thinking only enough to understand they needed to hide, he slammed his body into the door beside him, bursting it open unnecessarily. The hall was thankfully empty; doors lined the hall breaking up the cream colored paint that covered the walls. Quickly, the two jogged down the corridor until a sound stopped them.
Harry saw the door ahead of them open in slow motion, but in reality it was nearly burst apart. Harry insticvly raised his wand to face what ever was about to come though that door. But Sirius had grabbed Harry by the side of his arm and flung Harry and himself into the room next to them. Locked or not, they burst into the room and skidded a few feet on the floor. Both of them got off the floor in a mirrored motion.
"Shit..." Sirius had said in a whisper.
"Call Orcrist." Harry said while he rubbed his arm.
"He can't help." Sirius said while looking around the room with an un-usually calm expression on his face.
Even though he knew it was worthless, Harry ran over to the door and braced his body against it, hoping to stop the guards while Sirius looked for a way out.
Soon after, Sirius grabbed him roughly and pulled him away. "That's not going to work either. Doors stop spells, not bullets" He motioned for Harry to look up at the ceiling. Hanging low was an air shaft with a vent above the desk. "Only in Muggle films..." Sirius whispered as he climbed up on the desk and lifted his arms up into the air to try and open the vent.
"Why aren't they attacking?" Harry asked himself more than Sirius.
"I need some help." Sirius said, not answering. His arms were not long enough. Slowly, Harry lifted himself on the desk while Sirius bent over and cupped his hands. "Pull your self up when you get it open." Sirius said while lifting Harry up. "Think you can pull me up?"
"I'll think about it." Harry said sarcastically while removing the opening. He poked his head into the dark and closed in space. He tried not to think about escaping like this. He made it a point to learn apparition when he got out of here. He had learned plenty of spells, but at the cost of keeping him to busy to learn the more complicated magic. He pushed his arm though and lifted his body up and into the crawl space. He was sure that it would break on him and it bended so bad it nearly did. He had no idea how he would be able to pull Sirius up without it breaking. He was trying to turn himself around to lift Sirius up when he heard him yell.
By the time he was able to turn around in the tight space, he had heard gun shots and several spells being fired. He looked down and saw Sirius using the ice spell on the door, trying to block it. "What happened?" Harry yelled down to him. He could now see that blood was running down from one of Sirius' arms, it slipped down his fingers and Harry thought could hear each individual drop hit the forming puddle on the table.
"Harry." Sirius said without looking up. "I'm not going to be able to hold this door for long." Almost in answer, Harry heard a large shatter and Sirius thrust his arm forward to put more power on the spell."
"Then come on!" Harry said, putting his arms down.
"No. The second I stop this spell, they are going to bust in here. We won't have enough time. And even if I do make it up their, they'll know were we are and foil isn't exactly a bullet vest and I don't think they no your up there."
"You expect me to leave?" Harry said back. "We can make it, just come on!" His voice was angry, even though he himself knew the words were not true. He couldn't remember what was going on in his mind then, but he was for sure he knew their was no way him and Sirius both would get out alive.
Sirius was still facing the door. "I'm sorry Harry." He said a little above a whisper. Faster then Harry could register it, Sirius raised his wand arm in the air and pointed it at Harry. Harry knew what he was about to do, but couldn't stop it in that tight space. He grabbed on the side and tried to push himself as far back as he could go. Half way he heard Sirius yell at out the words that would activate the push spell, a spell Harry invented himself. He saw the transparent hand come up inside the vent, and rush at him with the outstanding speed.
Harry closed his eyes, preparing for the impact. He felt the wind slam against him, propelling him backward several feet until he hit the corner. He looked up slowly at the light shining up from the room were Sirius was. He made himself deaf, not allowing himself to hear the gunshot, but the flash of light that leapt up from the room and surrounded everything around Harry was impossible to ignore. Several more followed it, along with raised voices. None of them belonged to Sirius.
In a matter of seconds, it was over.
Five minuets later, he was still in the same spot. He hadn't even moved that much. He tried to focus on how to get out, tried to dream that maybe Sirius was only injured. But he knew the worst case was always the truth in these past few years. Sirius was dead. After he found that thought, digested it, and wondered why he was able to survive did he think of a way out, or if he should think of a way out.
"I can't stay here." He thought, and at the same time wished it was not true. He would have to get out, and live. If not for himself then for the others.
Then he remembered why he was here, what made him come here in the first place. Ron. He wasn't going to go though all this without seeing him again. Instantly he started to think of ways to get out. He knew he's past self would now be in the building, so the guards would be distracted, maybe even thinking it was the one they were after in the first place.
He also had a network that went though out this entire building. All he would have to do was crawl and stop at the other openings. Slowly he began to turn himself around, half expecting to hear a gun shot and feel a pain in his stomach, but none came. He could hardly see anything ahead of him now, but he knew using the lumos spell would make it much easier for guards to see him though the cracks. He slowly moved forward, not really knowing were he was going, stopping at the next few openings to peer inside, hoping for a window or some other way out.
He knew this would have to end somewhere. If it would happen, he would have to drop down into one of the empty rooms and call one of the others or try to get out himself, hopefully with better results. Two minuets went by, with Harry seeing no one or hearing no voices. Several times he would get stuck, or something would get caught, many of this was due to the time turner's string. He thought maybe he should just go back even further, but he knew the rules of time travel, to many trips and some paradox was bound to happen.
The next vent opening he reached he looked down into. No window, but no guards either. In fact, it was completely empty. He had noticed that thorough the entire building, whether their was a person in the room or not, the lights were always on. And most rooms didn't even have a light switch. He thought it was because it was all just by one control, or maybe Voldemort was doing something. He didn't really know or care. Slowly he grabbed the edges of the vent and pulled it out, putting it over the side.
He checked the room again to make sure there were no cameras, and then pre paired himself for the long fall to the floor. He was right about to let himself flip over the side when he heard a loud voice from further down. He jerked his head back up and looked in the direction the sound had come from. It was far ahead of him, and he didn't have to worry about being caught, but the voice had sounded familiar.
At first he thought Sirius. Then angrily tore the thought away. Even if it wasn't Sirius, he needed to know who it was. Without putting the vent back into place he started to crawl again, maybe a little faster then before. He didn't hear anything more, but could see a shadow moving though the light up ahead every now and then. In only a couple minuets he had reached it. And by what he saw, he knew the next couple a minuets would not be forgotten.
Wormtail was pacing around a boiling cauldron, muttering to himself. Only then did Harry remember that he was on the same floor were he had fought Voldemort days before. Were he should be fighting him any minuet now. He was right about to turn around, no wanting to see himself fighting, when he heard a door burst open. He looked back down to see Voldemort come in. No more than an hour ago Orcrist had set him on fire, but he looked fine.
Wormtail stopped pacing around and looked up. "Master I ---"
"Quite." Spat Voldermort. "I'm only here to grab a couple pints of this." He reached into his robes and pulled out a small flask and slowly filled it with some of the potion.
"Please Master."
"No Wormtail!" Voldemort said in a surprisingly calm voice, but the tone said that if Wormtail said another word, he would be punished.
Wormtail stared at him, slightly opened mouthed, as Voldemort walked out quickly. He was in a hurry about something; Harry didn't bother to think about it.
"Do it!" Voldemort said to Wormtail before slamming the door.
Wormtail stood in that spot for a moment, hardly breathing. At the back of Harry's mind he knew something was wrong, or he already knew what was about to happen next but would not let it register. Wormtail walked over to the cauldron and pulled his own flask out. He only let a few drops pour into it before he yanked it away. Wormtail started at it for a long while. It was easy to see the fear in his face.
Harry heard the shout before Wormtail seemed to notice it. A few gunshots went off and Harry could hear a voice shouting spells, his own voice. Quickly, Wormtail brought the flask to his lips and drank it. He took a couple deep breaths, and then fell on the floor out of Harry's sight. Not long after, Voldemort appeared back into view. But Harry knew it was Wormtail, and shook his head in disgust. He couldn't believe that he thought he had actually beat Voldemort that he had ended the terror single handed. Too many things came at him at once. The top of them was the fact that Voldemort was truly still around in his own time, that it wasn't over as the rest of the wizarding world thought.
"No..." Harry thought. This wasn't right. It wasn't fair for this to go on as it had these past few years. He slammed his fist as hard as he could and yelled out in anger. Wormtail looked up at the noise in surprise. Harry silently cursed himself and was about to move backwards to get away when he heard the door open again. This time it was himself. The silence that followed was much shorter then Harry remembered it to be. Then the out burst of spells took place. Harry watched from above at the duel. He could not believe he had had this much trouble with Wormtail, and only guessed at how powerful Voldemort was compared to him.
Below, the duel raged on. Harry's arm had already been hit, and he was hiding behind an overturned desk. Harry knew what was coming, behind the desk the other Harry was preparing for a spell, one that had only recently been taught to him. Wormtail was standing out in the open, pointing his own wand down at the desk and not moving.
Harry saw himself leap to the side and point his wand. Loudly he shouted the words of the rip spell.
The spell it's self could not be seen, so Wormtail didn't try to dodge anything, but seconds after was toppled down on the floor screaming. Harry saw himself look away until it was over with. He thought Voldemort was dead, lying on the floor in a pitiful heap, his skin now dust. Harry watched himself go over to the pc, searching for Ron's name. Harry wanted to jump down, to tell him of everything that was about to happen to him. But he knew he couldn't do it. If he ever came in contact with himself, the fabric of time would be destroyed. So he stayed were he was, only able to watch.
The other Harry looked up from the PC, smiling slightly. He walked next to the door, kicking what was left of Wormtail's head. Dust went everywhere.
Something had been nagging the back of Harry's mind for awhile now, but he couldn't focus on it. Now it hit him, and hard. The time turner. He knew for a fact that Wormtail didn't have one, and the only person besides Voldemort that had one was himself. It was somewhat obvious, if only to himself. He had to mess with himself before, and now it looked like he had to do it again. Not thinking of anything else, he grabbed the time turner of his neck and placed it in between the bars.
Slowly, he began to swing it back and forth, gaining distance with speed. He let go when he thought it would land near Wormtail. It sailed though the air and landed right next to him with a loud clank. Harry saw himself, stop, hold out his wand, and spin around, looking for the source of the sound. He wondered if he shouldn't have done that, make himself go though all that he had been though, but now there was no choice.
After Harry had watched himself go, he dropped down into the room, and looked at the clear window with the sky painted behind it. Discarding any hope he had of escaping though the window, he turned and looked around himself. He could try and follow himself, going out the window he himself would be blowing up soon. It wasn't as far up as this room was, but in know way was it safe to jump. Summing his broom would not work either, he had no idea of were it was, making it impossible for him to have a mental picture of it.
The lobby door looked like the only way out. He headed left and walked out the already open door. When he had crossed the door frame, he stopped and listened. He couldn't hear anything, which didn't mean much. But his eyes told a better story. Nothing was out of place or wrong, he also had the knowledge of his other self stunning many of the guards on his assault up here. So, without bothering to walk slowly or causally, he started to walk to the stairs.
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The cool night air was reviving and forbidding at the same time. A rush of wind had hit him when he opened the door, filling his lungs unwillingly. No one had seen him on his way down, he didn't know if he was thankful or not. But he knew what to do next, and it would be a simple matter of walking to the right place. The hard part would be telling the others what had happened to Sirius.
Harry ripped his head to one side violently, ridding himself of the thought of Sirius, but the damage had already been done. Even as he walked away from the building, his legs kept trying to push him back into the building to find a hope of Sirius that didn't exist. He rubbed off the tears coming down his cheeks that he didn't even realize was there.
The streets were mercifully clear, and Harry whispered a thank you for it. He turned and started to walk down the side walk which would lead him near the hotel were the others were staying. He was walking slowly, the building still looming behind him. He could hear a scraping behind him, not caring if it was a leaf being blown across the ground by the wind, or an angel of death, he kept walking. Only the sound of a human voice stopped him.
"Harry…" The voice was cracked and groggy, giving off the owner's pain. Harry turned around and saw the unbelievable. Sirius was walking tworeds him, one of his legs dragging behind him. Blood was covering his left arm and the leg he was dragging, but the blood must have stopped flowing.
Harry's face remained unchanged, leaving only the solemn and pain filled young man outside. He wanted to run to him, to hug him and help him walk, but his legs would not move, and he knew why. Harry looked into the eyes of the ever closer Sirius. They had a menacing look, a look of delight and defeat.
"Voldemort." Harry said, letting the words roll of his lips.
The person stopped moving, and Harry prepared himself for the faked confusion and denials that only a fair and good god would let be true. But none came; only a thin smile appeared. He pushed his leg up and supported his weight on it. Harry looked for a wand on Voldemort, but didn't see any.
"That was quicker than I thought." Voldemort said, stealing the voice from Sirius.
"I can go back to believing your Sirius if you'd like. I'd die happy then." His brain had nearly gone numb. He could only hope the rage, sadness, and unbearable desire he was feeling would not come out.
"Maybe…" Voldemort said, letting the words linger.
"What happened to him then? Keeping him alive to use him as you please?"
"Oh, the thought did cross my mind, but by the time I reached Sirius, he was to near death for me to revive him. I put more than his hair in this potion though." Voldemort smiled more broadly, showing off the smile that Harry had loved and held close.
"So you've come here to torture me the worst way you can, then kill me right?"
"I'm not that nice Harry. I would like to know were my time turner is though."
Harry turned around away from Voldermort and started to walk. He didn't care what happened to him now. If Voldemort killed him now, it would be mercy and not the true pain the he wanted to cause. He couldn't hear anything behind him, nothing moved or breathed. Slowly he turned his head to the side to look behind him; nothing was there, no shadow or silhouette in front of the moon.
He turned his head back around and kept walking. He would not be able to go back the hotel tonight, if Voldemort was following him, all the others could be killed. He turned off a road and walked into an ally, dark and non-moving. He wouldn't sleep tonight, so a makeshift bed wasn't even necessary. He sat down when the street was almost out of view and leaned his head on the building behind him, his mind still numb.