24-Hours
Summary: Harry Potter only has twenty-four hours to live. What will he make of his last day on earth?
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to harry Potter or Harry Potter characters.
A/N: This is extremely depressing. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I just got through reading an extremely depressing fan fic called 'The Only Way Out' by 'Luna the monster'.
WARNING- DOES INCLUED OotP SPOILERS! EXTREMELY DEPRESSING
Hour 1- Realizations
"Alargar feura Muerte!" what the, Harry Potter had never heard such a spell. The lavender light did nothing to him, and he did not pause to think.
"Avada Kadavera!" shouted the black haired boy. Voldemort did not look surprised he merely smiled, and fell to his death.
What a strange response from somebody who is more afraid of death than any thing else, he thought.
Harry's green eyes pierced through the crowd, looking for somebody, any body he knew. He didn't have to search long when he found Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Snape all standing in the front row of people. Hermione and Snape's mouths were both dropped. Both looked disbelieving, and Hermione looked like she would burst out crying. Ron and Ginny were smiling, and not paying attention to the two.
Harry looked at Hermione, trying to figure out why she looked like that. Maybe it was the curse. The curse that Voldemort had shouted just before he had killed the bastard. Maybe he wasn't really dead, or maybe, Harry was dying.
Harry didn't feel anything. He felt no pain from the wounds across his body, no emotion knowing he had just saved the world. Nothing and he fell into it.
WoW
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in the hospital wing, surrounded by people.
He groaned as the light entered his eyes, and closed them again. This alerted the visitors.
"Oh, Harry! You're awake!" came a voice, it was Molly Weasley. She seemed to be crying. Why? Why was everyone crying?
He put his glasses on and looked at the clock. 10:15 it said. So it hadn't been that long, it had been dark when Voldemort fell.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking around at the familiar faces. Most were crying, Snape didn't seem to be able to move, why was he there? His eyes stopped at Sirius, he was white, and shaking, his gaze turned to Hagrid, he looked worse than he had when he found out that Buckbeak, his hippogriff, had lost his appeal. Remus' head was buried in his hands, Dumbledore looked weak and old, frail, even. All the Weasley's were their, white and shaking, Ginny and Molly were crying. Hermione was in the same state, and Ron looked as though he was sure it was all a dream and he would wake up happily but he was losing hope.
No body seemed willing to speak. No body seemed willing to tell news that was so horrible. Was he dying? Was some body else dying? What was it?
"What's wrong?" he repeated firmly, causing Ginny to fall to the floor, sobbing hysterically.
"Harry," said a horse voice, it was Sirius. He was shaking, his eyes were sunken, he looked worse than he had when he escaped Azkaban.
"God damn it, tell me what's wrong!" he yelled, losing his patients. They expected him to tolerate this? It was worse than anything he could ever imagine. It wasn't pity for being the boy-who-lived, it wasn't pity for being an orphan. No, it was pity for, as far he could tell, nothing. Which was worse then all the others combined.
"The spell," said Remus, looking up, he too was shaking, and was very white, "Alargar feura Muerte," then it struck Harry. He knew that was Spanish, unlike the usual Latin spell, but he knew enough Spanish to know what it meant.
"Spread out Death," he whispered, comprehension dawning on his face. He *was* dying. How long, though? How long did he have? He almost would have preferred the killing curse, he wouldn't have had to deal with this. "How long?" he asked, unable to think of anything else.
"Twenty-four hours since the spell was cast, which was twenty-five minutes ago," Harry nodded as the person told him this. He didn't know who it was. He lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He smiled.
"Lucky me," he said, "Literally, if Voldemort had used the killing curse, he'd still be alive."
Silence is all that met this odd statement.
"Ironic," he continued, "Stupid bastard knew me too well." He sighed.
"Harry?" came Hermione's horrified voice.
"I want to talk to Ginny, alone." He didn't know why, he just did. He had no idea what he'd say to her, but he needed to tell her, somehow. Ginny sat in a stunned silence as the others filed out of the room. Expect them to listen to whatever he says.
"What?" she asked, not meaning to sound so blunt. Harry opened his eyes, and tried to sit up, but he couldn't, his body wouldn't respond to him. Ah yes, wonderful side effects of a wonderful curse.
"I needed to tell you something." He said, as she walked nearer to him and took his hand. This was hard, but what the hell, he would be dead in twenty-four hours. He couldn't die without telling her. 'Say it now, or you die and she never knows.' He said, and before she could reply he said, "I-think-I-love-you." He said it without thinking he couldn't have done it had he thought. He said it without a breath between words and a thought of what they'd do to her. Just knowing that it was true. Well, partially, not the 'I-think' part.
For a moment, she stayed silent, watching him. He had closed his eyes, expecting her to say something like 'What? Oh.I'm so sorry Harry, your like a brother to me, but not like that.' What he did not expect, however, was a pair of soft, wet, and slightly salty lips pressing onto his, sending a fire throughout his veins.
For what seemed like eternity, they stayed in that position, and then, all too soon, though it had seemed like forever, she had pulled away.
"I love you too, Harry." She whispered. She put her head on his chest and rested it there. Soon they both fell asleep.
The others opened the door a half-hour later to find the adorable scene. One hour was up.
WoW
Cheesy, oh well. REVIEW?
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Summary: Harry Potter only has twenty-four hours to live. What will he make of his last day on earth?
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to harry Potter or Harry Potter characters.
A/N: This is extremely depressing. It's 2:30 in the morning, and I just got through reading an extremely depressing fan fic called 'The Only Way Out' by 'Luna the monster'.
WARNING- DOES INCLUED OotP SPOILERS! EXTREMELY DEPRESSING
Hour 1- Realizations
"Alargar feura Muerte!" what the, Harry Potter had never heard such a spell. The lavender light did nothing to him, and he did not pause to think.
"Avada Kadavera!" shouted the black haired boy. Voldemort did not look surprised he merely smiled, and fell to his death.
What a strange response from somebody who is more afraid of death than any thing else, he thought.
Harry's green eyes pierced through the crowd, looking for somebody, any body he knew. He didn't have to search long when he found Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Snape all standing in the front row of people. Hermione and Snape's mouths were both dropped. Both looked disbelieving, and Hermione looked like she would burst out crying. Ron and Ginny were smiling, and not paying attention to the two.
Harry looked at Hermione, trying to figure out why she looked like that. Maybe it was the curse. The curse that Voldemort had shouted just before he had killed the bastard. Maybe he wasn't really dead, or maybe, Harry was dying.
Harry didn't feel anything. He felt no pain from the wounds across his body, no emotion knowing he had just saved the world. Nothing and he fell into it.
WoW
Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in the hospital wing, surrounded by people.
He groaned as the light entered his eyes, and closed them again. This alerted the visitors.
"Oh, Harry! You're awake!" came a voice, it was Molly Weasley. She seemed to be crying. Why? Why was everyone crying?
He put his glasses on and looked at the clock. 10:15 it said. So it hadn't been that long, it had been dark when Voldemort fell.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking around at the familiar faces. Most were crying, Snape didn't seem to be able to move, why was he there? His eyes stopped at Sirius, he was white, and shaking, his gaze turned to Hagrid, he looked worse than he had when he found out that Buckbeak, his hippogriff, had lost his appeal. Remus' head was buried in his hands, Dumbledore looked weak and old, frail, even. All the Weasley's were their, white and shaking, Ginny and Molly were crying. Hermione was in the same state, and Ron looked as though he was sure it was all a dream and he would wake up happily but he was losing hope.
No body seemed willing to speak. No body seemed willing to tell news that was so horrible. Was he dying? Was some body else dying? What was it?
"What's wrong?" he repeated firmly, causing Ginny to fall to the floor, sobbing hysterically.
"Harry," said a horse voice, it was Sirius. He was shaking, his eyes were sunken, he looked worse than he had when he escaped Azkaban.
"God damn it, tell me what's wrong!" he yelled, losing his patients. They expected him to tolerate this? It was worse than anything he could ever imagine. It wasn't pity for being the boy-who-lived, it wasn't pity for being an orphan. No, it was pity for, as far he could tell, nothing. Which was worse then all the others combined.
"The spell," said Remus, looking up, he too was shaking, and was very white, "Alargar feura Muerte," then it struck Harry. He knew that was Spanish, unlike the usual Latin spell, but he knew enough Spanish to know what it meant.
"Spread out Death," he whispered, comprehension dawning on his face. He *was* dying. How long, though? How long did he have? He almost would have preferred the killing curse, he wouldn't have had to deal with this. "How long?" he asked, unable to think of anything else.
"Twenty-four hours since the spell was cast, which was twenty-five minutes ago," Harry nodded as the person told him this. He didn't know who it was. He lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He smiled.
"Lucky me," he said, "Literally, if Voldemort had used the killing curse, he'd still be alive."
Silence is all that met this odd statement.
"Ironic," he continued, "Stupid bastard knew me too well." He sighed.
"Harry?" came Hermione's horrified voice.
"I want to talk to Ginny, alone." He didn't know why, he just did. He had no idea what he'd say to her, but he needed to tell her, somehow. Ginny sat in a stunned silence as the others filed out of the room. Expect them to listen to whatever he says.
"What?" she asked, not meaning to sound so blunt. Harry opened his eyes, and tried to sit up, but he couldn't, his body wouldn't respond to him. Ah yes, wonderful side effects of a wonderful curse.
"I needed to tell you something." He said, as she walked nearer to him and took his hand. This was hard, but what the hell, he would be dead in twenty-four hours. He couldn't die without telling her. 'Say it now, or you die and she never knows.' He said, and before she could reply he said, "I-think-I-love-you." He said it without thinking he couldn't have done it had he thought. He said it without a breath between words and a thought of what they'd do to her. Just knowing that it was true. Well, partially, not the 'I-think' part.
For a moment, she stayed silent, watching him. He had closed his eyes, expecting her to say something like 'What? Oh.I'm so sorry Harry, your like a brother to me, but not like that.' What he did not expect, however, was a pair of soft, wet, and slightly salty lips pressing onto his, sending a fire throughout his veins.
For what seemed like eternity, they stayed in that position, and then, all too soon, though it had seemed like forever, she had pulled away.
"I love you too, Harry." She whispered. She put her head on his chest and rested it there. Soon they both fell asleep.
The others opened the door a half-hour later to find the adorable scene. One hour was up.
WoW
Cheesy, oh well. REVIEW?
Reviews:
Thank you for reviewing:
RonandChcicken - Oh, thank you! Really, I appreciate it. Mind if I call you twitch?
Chikiri-demon - Thanks!