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Chapter 1 : The Worst Memories
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"SIRIUS!"
"There's nothing you can do Harry-"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry-"
"We can still reach him-"
"There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing....He's gone."
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"It is my fault that Sirius died," said Dumbledore clearly.
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"Look...I knew Sirius longer n' you did...He died in battle, an tha's the way he'd've wanted ter go-"
"He didn't want to go at all!"
"Nah, I don' reckon he did," Hagrid said quietly.
"But still, Harry...he was never one ter sit around at home an' let other people do the fightin'. He couldn' have lived with himself if he hadn't gone ter help-"
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As Harry regained consciousness he found himself tied up to a cold stone chair in a very large dark room. And to his horror, the thing that had made him regain consciousness was walking toward him. Voldemort was controlling Ron and Hermione with the Imperius Curse.
It appeared that they had come to help him but had gotten caught instead.
"Well Harry, it seems that I have found you little friends wandering around. What ever would they be doing here?" Voldemort said in that evil high-pitched, cold voice of his. He released them from the Curse and they both crumpled to the floor, only to stand up quickly and move away.
"Let them go," said Harry.
"And, dear boy, why would I do that? It would be so much more fun to have you watch them die. That is, unless you would rather die for them. If you do, I'll let them go!"
"Yeah right, you old scumbag!" Ron shouted, both suprising and shocking Harry and Hermione.
Voldemort laughed coldly and shouted the Cruciatus Curse at Ron who screamed painfully at the same time that Harry's scar exploded in pain.
Harry began to say "Stop! I'll-"
But Hermione interrupted, "No, Harry! We're not worth it!" Harry had told them about the prophecy during their sixth year at Hogwarts.
Voldemort released Ron from the Curse and with a look of cruel and twisted amusment on his face said "Ah, how sweet, bravery. Well then, I'll just kill you too."
Apparently Voldemort had forgotten to take Ron and Hermione's wands because at that moment they both bellowed a spell; Ron, "Abscido!!" , an advanced disarming spell, Hermione "Impedimenta!"
"You can kill him, Harry, I know you can," said Ron bravely but sadly.
Harry looked at them speechlessly.
"We'll miss you, Harry."
"But...you can't. I..can't do it without you," Harry managed to stutter.
"Yes you can Harry. Remember in first year? What I said? You know you have to. This is our destiny. Go fulfill yours," Hermione said with tears running down her cheeks. They both hugged Harry quickly. With that Voldemort came back and with two quick words they were dead in an instant.
*end of flashback*
*flashback*
Harry was losing his strength rapidly within this fiery oven of a cave that he and Voldemort had Apparated to for their last duel. He had been training so hard as he could for the last two years but the cave seemed to be transferring his powers to Voldemort. And he felt as if he wanted to collapse from the pain in his head.
You've got to do this,he thought. For Ron, For Hermione, For Cedric, For Neville's poor tortured parents, For Sirius, For his parents, For the entire world.
But as Harry was regaining his strength, Voldemort had cast such a strong curse that there was nothing Harry could do. But suddenly, out of nowhere, came Dumbledore, saving Harry's life one last time.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Harry bellowed as Dumbledore gracefully crumpled to the floor. Harry was now angrier and more full of hate than he had ever been in his entire life. He bellowed the Killing Curse with every intention of seeing Voldemort die. And he did. Harry wouldn't go to Azkaban for it as he was given permission to use "Avada Kedavra" in the sixth year. Not that he cared about that.
Such pain exploded in Harry's head at that moment as no human being had ever felt. But somehow Harry kept going. Perhaps it was because he just didn't care. Voldemort exploded into a million pieces with a flash of blinding red light. Not the normal effects of the horrible Killing Curse but Tom Riddle definitely hadn't been normal. Harry flew over to Dumbledore. Sure enough, he was dead.
Nobody would ever see those twinkling blue eyes again. Some how Harry DisApparated, leaving the terrible cave forever with Dumbledore's body, which he couldn't bring himself to take, in it. Maybe someone else would get it later.
For about an hour Harry walked around like a zombie, down dark alleyways and sidestreets, thinking about what had just happened. Suddenly he heard a lot of noise. He found himself at the Three Broomsticks. Somehow, the wizarding world had found out and was celebrating even more than they had that fateful Halloween night years ago. As Harry entered, he faintly heard a monstrous roar and a whole lot of joyful sobbing.
"Where were you Harry? We were so worried."
Within a matter of seconds, Harry collapsed.
*end of flashback*
Harry woke with a start, sweat and tears mingled on his face. These memories, worse than nightmares, had haunted him anytime he forgot to take the Dreamless Sleep Potion. This had been one of those nights.
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A/N- I know some of it seems unlikely but please just go with it. The details of what exactly happened will be explained later in the story. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll post Chapter Two tomorrow. Thanks!
Chapter 1 : The Worst Memories
**
"SIRIUS!"
"There's nothing you can do Harry-"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry-"
"We can still reach him-"
"There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing....He's gone."
**
**
"It is my fault that Sirius died," said Dumbledore clearly.
**
**
"Look...I knew Sirius longer n' you did...He died in battle, an tha's the way he'd've wanted ter go-"
"He didn't want to go at all!"
"Nah, I don' reckon he did," Hagrid said quietly.
"But still, Harry...he was never one ter sit around at home an' let other people do the fightin'. He couldn' have lived with himself if he hadn't gone ter help-"
**
**
As Harry regained consciousness he found himself tied up to a cold stone chair in a very large dark room. And to his horror, the thing that had made him regain consciousness was walking toward him. Voldemort was controlling Ron and Hermione with the Imperius Curse.
It appeared that they had come to help him but had gotten caught instead.
"Well Harry, it seems that I have found you little friends wandering around. What ever would they be doing here?" Voldemort said in that evil high-pitched, cold voice of his. He released them from the Curse and they both crumpled to the floor, only to stand up quickly and move away.
"Let them go," said Harry.
"And, dear boy, why would I do that? It would be so much more fun to have you watch them die. That is, unless you would rather die for them. If you do, I'll let them go!"
"Yeah right, you old scumbag!" Ron shouted, both suprising and shocking Harry and Hermione.
Voldemort laughed coldly and shouted the Cruciatus Curse at Ron who screamed painfully at the same time that Harry's scar exploded in pain.
Harry began to say "Stop! I'll-"
But Hermione interrupted, "No, Harry! We're not worth it!" Harry had told them about the prophecy during their sixth year at Hogwarts.
Voldemort released Ron from the Curse and with a look of cruel and twisted amusment on his face said "Ah, how sweet, bravery. Well then, I'll just kill you too."
Apparently Voldemort had forgotten to take Ron and Hermione's wands because at that moment they both bellowed a spell; Ron, "Abscido!!" , an advanced disarming spell, Hermione "Impedimenta!"
"You can kill him, Harry, I know you can," said Ron bravely but sadly.
Harry looked at them speechlessly.
"We'll miss you, Harry."
"But...you can't. I..can't do it without you," Harry managed to stutter.
"Yes you can Harry. Remember in first year? What I said? You know you have to. This is our destiny. Go fulfill yours," Hermione said with tears running down her cheeks. They both hugged Harry quickly. With that Voldemort came back and with two quick words they were dead in an instant.
*end of flashback*
*flashback*
Harry was losing his strength rapidly within this fiery oven of a cave that he and Voldemort had Apparated to for their last duel. He had been training so hard as he could for the last two years but the cave seemed to be transferring his powers to Voldemort. And he felt as if he wanted to collapse from the pain in his head.
You've got to do this,he thought. For Ron, For Hermione, For Cedric, For Neville's poor tortured parents, For Sirius, For his parents, For the entire world.
But as Harry was regaining his strength, Voldemort had cast such a strong curse that there was nothing Harry could do. But suddenly, out of nowhere, came Dumbledore, saving Harry's life one last time.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Harry bellowed as Dumbledore gracefully crumpled to the floor. Harry was now angrier and more full of hate than he had ever been in his entire life. He bellowed the Killing Curse with every intention of seeing Voldemort die. And he did. Harry wouldn't go to Azkaban for it as he was given permission to use "Avada Kedavra" in the sixth year. Not that he cared about that.
Such pain exploded in Harry's head at that moment as no human being had ever felt. But somehow Harry kept going. Perhaps it was because he just didn't care. Voldemort exploded into a million pieces with a flash of blinding red light. Not the normal effects of the horrible Killing Curse but Tom Riddle definitely hadn't been normal. Harry flew over to Dumbledore. Sure enough, he was dead.
Nobody would ever see those twinkling blue eyes again. Some how Harry DisApparated, leaving the terrible cave forever with Dumbledore's body, which he couldn't bring himself to take, in it. Maybe someone else would get it later.
For about an hour Harry walked around like a zombie, down dark alleyways and sidestreets, thinking about what had just happened. Suddenly he heard a lot of noise. He found himself at the Three Broomsticks. Somehow, the wizarding world had found out and was celebrating even more than they had that fateful Halloween night years ago. As Harry entered, he faintly heard a monstrous roar and a whole lot of joyful sobbing.
"Where were you Harry? We were so worried."
Within a matter of seconds, Harry collapsed.
*end of flashback*
Harry woke with a start, sweat and tears mingled on his face. These memories, worse than nightmares, had haunted him anytime he forgot to take the Dreamless Sleep Potion. This had been one of those nights.
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A/N- I know some of it seems unlikely but please just go with it. The details of what exactly happened will be explained later in the story. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll post Chapter Two tomorrow. Thanks!