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A/N: Well, I'm gonna update once again before said date of December 13, even though I have two sections of math homework and lesson plans I need to be writing up! I am horrible. I'd rather do this than pass school, that's horrible. If I could just become a writer, I would, but I'm not that good, which sucks. Okay, enough babble. I know you guys are anxious to find out what's gonna happen with Harry.
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Sirius finally managed to control his crying and went into the Great Hall where the private gathering of close friends and family was being held. As he entered, Remus approached him and put his arm around his shoulder.
"You doing alright?" asked Remus. Sirius just nodded his head, but Remus could tell he had been crying, which was something he honestly couldn't remember him ever doing.
"It's just so stupid. He was sick; people don't die because they're sick. It was a blasted cold. I don't understand why he died because of a stupid cold. I mean, what the hell was wrong with him?" Sirius shook his head in denial.
"I haven't got a clue what was wrong with him. But it happened, things happen and there's nothing we can do to prevent them. Apparently the cold, or whatever it really was, was too much for his immune system. He couldn't get rid of it, it just got worse. You can't keep dwelling on it Sirius. There was nothing we could have done to prevent it from happening." Remus was trying his best to comfort his friend, but he could tell he wasn't having much of an affect.
"I just don't understand it." Sirius walked away then, not bothering to say another word to his friend. Remus hung his head. This was going to be difficult on them all. He looked to Harry's best friends and then back at Sirius. It would be more difficult on some than others.
Hermione and Ron had begun their little episodes of not talking again. They seemed to be in a slight state of shock. It was beyond their comprehension that the boy-who-lived just died. And from a cold. But a deadly cold at that. As they sat at one of the tables in the Hall, many people came up to tell them how sorry they were for their loss. For the life of them they couldn't tell you who had come up to you or what they had said. They were in a world of their own. A world of memories, good and bad, of their best friend. The friend that they would never see again. Hermione broke down a cried. It seemed it was the only thing she could do lately. Ron just drew her into his arms and held her tight. Then he cried too.
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Harry started banging on the coffin's lid, screaming at the top of his lungs. He had no idea why he was in a coffin, but he was sure someone would let him out if he screamed loud enough. But that hope diminished when he felt more than saw dirt and mud seep through the lid and into the coffin.
"Oh shit." He hadn't realized until that point that he was actually buried. Buried alive. His panic increased. 'Why the hell did they bury me?' He started screaming louder at that point, raking his fingers against the lid, hoping to claw his way out if necessary. But all he got was the lining from the cloth that surrounded the coffin. 'This isn't happening. This isn't happening.' He began to mumble this to himself over and over again, hoping that if he said it enough, he'd wake up from a nightmare. But it never came. The only thing registering in his mind was that the people who supposedly cared about him had put him in the ground without a second thought. He knew he had been sick, but he also knew that he hadn't been sick enough to die. Then another thought came to him, what if Voldemort had gotten him somehow and had then buried him alive.
"Let me out, let me out, let me out!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
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Indra and Vernon were sitting by themselves at a table, sipping what Indra assumed could only be pumpkin juice. Vernon was eyeing it wearily, finally deciding it wasn't worth the risk, and he pushed the goblet away from himself. Indra just shook her head at him. She had never met a person more disgusted by the wizarding world in all her life. She dimly wondered what would happen if he ever found out that she herself was a wizard. Probably scream and run in the other direction.
At that moment she felt an indescribable feeling rush through her heart and mind. She dropped her goblet of juice and it clattered to the floor, spilling its contents all over. She was unaware of the stares she was getting from those around her, including Vernon Dursley.
"Are you alright, Ms. Rostau?" asked Vernon, quietly edging away from the woman. She had a look on her face as if she wasn't completely there.
Indra shook her head, and looked up, as if coming out of some sort of trance. She glanced around herself and noticed many people staring at her in an odd sort of way. She looked down at her hands, and stood up from the table.
"Please excuse me." She said, mainly addressing Vernon, since he was the only one in hearing range.
"Gladly." He said, following her with his eyes as she exited the Great Hall.
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'It can't be. He's dead. It must be some sort of echo. It can't be him that I'm feeling. I saw him die.' She walked briskly out the front doors of the school and ran like a bat out of hell towards the 'sanctuary' that was Harry's burial ground. However, right as she put her foot on the grounds, she struck some sort of invisible shield, which promptly threw her ten feet backwards. She hit the ground with a thud.
"Never enter 'holy ground' at a run, especially if it's protected by a spell you moron." She berated herself silently, stood up, brushed off her pants, and walked back up to the barrier, stopping short. She didn't want to have another crash course on flying through the air like an idiot. She couldn't believe she had forgotten that you could only enter if your heart was filled with true love for Harry. She cared about the boy, but she didn't have true love for him. She was shocked by how many people did though.
Clearing her mind of all thoughts, she concentrated solely on reaching Harry's mind. If the boy was alive, she would know it. However, after ten minutes of trying, she finally decided that she had been mistaken. "Maybe it was just an echo." She stepped away from the barrier and walked back to the castle.
When she entered, she noticed that Dumbledore was looking her way. She let him know that she was okay, just had a headache, before retaking her seat. She didn't realize how disappointed she was until just then. How she had wanted for him to still be alive. But the thought of him being buried alive for even a moment scared her to death, a child couldn't withstand that kind of treatment, and she knew it. She had witnessed it. The face of a blond haired little boy flashed before her eyes. She had been appalled when his father had told her what he had done to him. He had been buried for almost a day when the little boy's brother had finally gotten the courage to call for help. They had dug up a shell of a child. He never spoke again after that day. She shivered at the thought.
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Dumbledore had been worried when he saw Indra rush from the room. Then again, he knew what her gift entailed, and was also worried about what else might be happening in the castle. Indra had a unique talent, something that most wizards never even heard of. Indra could feel other people's pain, not just feel it emotionally, but psychologically as well. She could get into a person mind, their heart, and know their true self. He thought at first that Harry had this particular ability as well, but then chalked it up to having a connection with Voldemort that allowed him to see and feel the pain of others.
He had immediately thought of Indra when he found out that Harry would have to return to his uncle, although she hadn't felt anything disturbing about Vernon Dursley, at least she hadn't yet. And now she never would, for Harry would never return to the Dursley's. At least now Harry wouldn't have to endure anymore abuse. But what he wouldn't give to have Harry back.
He was brought out of his thoughts when Mrs. Weasley came up and sat down beside him. "Hello Molly, how are you handling things? Is everything alright with the children?" he asked, seeing from here that Hermione was very upset and crying into Ron's shoulder.
"I think I'm dealing better than the children Albus. It's a horrible thing, losing someone so young. He didn't even get a chance to live his life. He was too young." She whispered, and Dumbledore patted her back comfortingly.
"Perhaps you and the children should go back to the Burrow and get some rest. It's been a long day."
"You're right. I'm sure they're exhausted. This has been very hard on them, I just hope they can get through it." She stood up to leave, but then sat back down. "What about school?"
"Don't worry about school Molly, when they're ready to return, they may. They can catch up on the work, it's not a problem."
She nodded her head and again stood up, this time following through and walked over to the table that held all of her children, and Hermione. "It's time to go now; it is way past all of your bed times. I don't care how old you are, it's after midnight." However, she didn't get a single fight out of any of them, they were all so emotionally exhausted that sleep was sounding really good to them.
Halfway out to the doors, Sirius came up and gave Ron and Hermione both encouraging smiles, plus a hug. "If there is anything you need, just let me know."
"Thanks Sirius."
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Harry's mind was slipping. He was dimly aware of the fact that he was running out of oxygen as it was becoming more and more difficult to breath. He knew his time left was limited. With all the energy he could muster his screamed out with all his might, soul, and spirit, which was breaking.
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Indra watched as the Weasley family began to leave to head home. When Sirius walked up to them she felt it again, only this time it was ten times stronger. She felt her hair stick up like she had touched an electric current. All she could hear was intense screaming in her head and the next thing she knew she was careening into the wall behind her at full speed. She hit it at break neck speed and fell to the ground screaming. The force that held her in its grip was stronger than anything she had ever experienced before.
Everyone turned in shock to see the social worker fly through the air so fast they were surprised she wasn't dead. However, she was screaming as if in horrendous pain. Only it wasn't her pain, it was someone else's, their pain, fear, and desire to live pouring through her. Suddenly it all stopped and she stood up so fast that those in the room took an involuntary step backwards.
"Oh my god!" she screamed. She grabbed her hair and started pulling on it, practically ripping it out of her head. "He's alive! Do you understand! We buried him alive!" Then she passed out.
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A/N: Alright, another cliffy for you. Sorry, but it's like midnight, which is really late for me, and I want to sleep very, very badly. Plus, roommate will be home soon. Urgh! Okay, hopefully I'll update very soon on this. Sorry if it sucked, but I wanted to do something with the story. It sucked, I know. Well hopefully it didn't suck that much, but I think it kind of did. Like it just dragged on again. I seem to do that a lot. Sorry, sorry, sorry!
I hope I get everyone, I'm always afraid I'm missing somebody. If I did miss you and you reviewed, be sure and yell at me in your next one, and I'll make sure to address you in the next chapter.
Masty2424: Hi, sorry I'm annoying you with my 'Harry dies and comes back to life in every story' but you've got to love it. And really, he didn't actually die in my other story, I just made it seem like he did. He actually died in this one. Just thought you might want to know that! I'm evil and I know it. Sorry!
Lei Dumbledore: That just sounds difficult and time consuming. Like I would die if I had to do that, but you probably like it, so you go girl. I can't believe I actually made someone almost cry. That is so awesome; well you know what I mean. Studying sucks, mind you, so I've decided to screw it for a bit. Not much longer though. Roommates weren't around, so I got to update, aren't you happy?
Arizosa: Glad I could make you happy by not killing Harry. It's what I live for!
Psychochic: Way to update, I read it, but I can't remember if I reviewed or not. If not, I'll go do it here in a minute. Yes my ending was relatively more evil than yours, but I wanted to freak everyone out. Hopefully I got the same reaction out of this one. Either that or it sucked. You'll have to wait until the next chapter to see Sirius's reaction. Yep, he'll freak.
Vmr: Glad you liked it!
Ms. Prongs: You had me rolling when I read your review. I mean literal falling out of the chair laughing. I can't believe you said that out loud. That is just priceless. You totally made my day though. By the way, if I had done that in class, my teacher would have come up and tried to see what I had done wrong, you're lucky that yours didn't. Reminder: When reading my stories, keep your mouth shut! On the bet thinger, I just can't see Harry and Hermione getting together. That's just wrong! Plus, Hagrid can't die. Uh-Uh, no way in heck. Yeh, I'm on your favs list. I'm on lots of people's favs list, which makes me extremely happy, giddy, etc… Anyways, hope you don't die waiting to find out what is going to happen in the next chapter!!!!!!!!! Stay alive, I'll update soon.
Hermione Eveningfall: Well, they kind of heard him, but now we just have to hope that they get to him in time. I'm so mean, now you hate me more don't you????? Now I've updated twice before I said I would. I just can't keep away from my story for that long.
Padfoot: Well, now you're going to have to be bugged for a little longer, because I still haven't told you how he gets out of the coffin, a hint, but not really how. Sorry.
MixedUpAgain: Thanks. Yeah, I would shit if I woke up in a coffin. I tried to think how it would feel to be in a coffin, and it just wasn't something fun to do. Freaky.
Melissa Lupin: Great! You love my story. Woo-Hoo!
JaimeyKay: This stupid fanfiction thinger! How dare it erase your review. Damn bastards! Hee-Hee! Sorry! Well, Ms. Prongs wanted you to update, so I thought I'd help her out a bit by yelling at you! What are friends for otherwise? Well, I had started reading on of your stories when I first started using this thing, and then I got a little side tracked. Now I'm reading on of them again, I can't remember the name because I'm an idiot, but it's the one with the most reviews. I just don't like Snape. Just thought I'd tell you that. And yes, screw homework, let's write! I'll try and study, but remember to yell at me to do it though! I hate doing that.
Burnin' Broom Gal: well now, you're throwing out the death curses more than anyone else. Actually you're the first death threat I've gotten. I'm so excited. Sorry you cried so much, actually I think it's cool that people cried. I've never written something that made somebody cry. I've scared the crap out of somebody with a book I wrote once, but that's beyond the point. Now, suicide is not the answer!!!!!!!!!! I'll update again soon. Who wouldn't scream if they were buried alive?
Lisa Rose: Yes, another who thinks I can write good. Oh, and I can throw a reader off too? This is awesome. I just love reviewers. Well I hope this chapter is as angsty as the last one, so you and your friend can enjoy it!
Cresha Potter: I'm sorry I made you cry. Don't worry, everyone else was too! I can't tell you what was wrong with Harry yet, but I will eventually.
Anonymous: yep, I've got talent, thanks!
Anna: Stop going neurotic, for I have updated! Sorry for the cliffhanger, and for this cliffhanger. Sorry, sorry, sorry!
Lauren: I hope you like this chapter!
Weird: Don't die, I'm not done yet! Yeah, I was like 'hmm, how long can oxygen stay in a coffin?' I have no idea, but I let it be like one day. Now let's see if he lives long enough for someone to reach him.
Japangirlcmw: Yo, number one fan. I just keep brining that up, so I'll stop that now. But it's soo neat. Okay, yeah, I was hoping I would really throw everybody off with that chapter, now you all hate me because of this chapter!
Lanfear: I'm sorry you cried and that I was mean. And now I'm mean again. Sorry!
Kim: I thought you hadn't, but I couldn't remember. Yep, I have a twin. Did chapter 7 make you so mad you couldn't review? Sorry! Oh, wait, you did. Sorry! Just noticed it. I know, if I were in a coffin, I'd die, literally. Hee-Hee.