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. Well, I try to make it so anyway. I only update when I feel like it, and depending on my mood, I might make the chapters sad or happy or angsty.whatever suits my mood.
WARNING- DOES INCLUED OotP SPOILERS! EXTREMELY DEPRESSING
Hour 2- Forget the problems
Hermione couldn't believe it. In a few hours time, Harry would no longer be. She couldn't imagine a life without her best friend. Harry was there, always there. He was the hero, he wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to grow old and always be there to help out and save the day. What would happen when he wasn't? How would she cope? How would Ron cope? How would anybody cope? She had never thought of a life without him. Even when he was in the hospital wing, even when she thought he was dead. She'd come to depend on some miracle that would come along and save Harry, so that he could save the world. And now.nothing could reverse or stop the spell that had been lain upon him, and he would not even live to see graduation. He was only seventeen, today, how could he leave? It wasn't fair, the way fate had used him like that, letting him rid the world of evil, then killing him off like a horse that could no longer race.
Despite all of this going through most of their heads, they couldn't help but smile at the scene before them. They all knew that each had loved each other for a long time, why was fate so cruel? It wasn't fair, and it made Ron angrier than he ever had been in his life.
Harry's eyes fluttered open when Sirius moved to wake him.
"That's cute," he said, smiling at his godson. Harry blushed, but his attention was drawn to Ginny as she woke.
"What.?" she asked, as she looked around. She didn't know anything except a feeling of great content. Then, it all rushed back to her, and she stared at Harry as though he had slapped her. "No." he frowned at her.
"I don't believe it," he said finally, "And all this time I thought it was a dream. Well, we should do something."
Hermione laughed, half-sobbing, "Like what? There isn't much we can do."
"Really? It's a gorgeous July day, and it's my birthday. We're in a castle that's larger than a mansion, and, we're alone. There is a library, and a quidditch field, and brooms. You can't tell me we have nothing to do."
"But Harry.your." it was Remus who spoke.
"Am I? Dying, I don't feel like it. I feel fine, and I'm not going to sit in here and pretend to be all put out. To quote a very wise man, Death is but the next big adventure. We should all be glad Voldemort didn't use the killing curse, and make the best of the next twenty-three hours. I might only have a short time to live, but by no means does that mean I'm dying."
There was a shocked silence following these words, and after a few minutes, Harry spoke.
"Any body care for a game of Quidditch?"
It was then agreed, so they all walked outside in the brilliant sun. Harry got the brooms and they all went into the Quidditch pitch.
Ginny, Ron, and Harry were on a team, while Hermione, Sirius, and Remus were on a team. Those who did not wish to participate, or were too old, or, in Hagrid's case, too large, contented in watching the game. Harry and Remus were the seekers, and Ron and Hermione were Chasers, while Ginny and Sirius were keepers. They played three games.
The first game was quite fun. Hagrid signaled for them, and they immediately shot up in the air, Harry and Remus both searching for the snitch.
There was no passing, because there was only one chaser on each team, and that made the game much more interesting. Hermione had scored eight goals before Ron could score one, and then, both Remus and Harry spotted the snitch. Harry gave Remus a wicked smile. He thought he had the better advantage, well, Harry might have been using a simple firebolt, while Remus was riding a Lightening Strike 4000, but Harry was still the better flyer, he caught the snitch before the game was even fifteen minutes old.
For the next few games, each person forgot about the terrible truth, and only knew the joys of watching and playing match after match. After the first one, none lasted more than five minutes. Harry won all but one, and that was when Hermione and Remus switched positions.
After about forty-five minutes, they landed, because Harry was beginning to look weary, and the truth hit each of them like they had been slapped.
Two hours were up.
WoW
A/N: I realize that was short, but I couldn't think of much else. And I also know I sort of ignored Ginny, but I'll make sure she has a big part in future hours.
Reviews:
Me: I'll keep that in mind. I was planning on putting an Epilogue in at the end. I'll make sure of it now.
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. Well, I try to make it so anyway. I only update when I feel like it, and depending on my mood, I might make the chapters sad or happy or angsty.whatever suits my mood.
WARNING- DOES INCLUED OotP SPOILERS! EXTREMELY DEPRESSING
Hour 2- Forget the problems
Hermione couldn't believe it. In a few hours time, Harry would no longer be. She couldn't imagine a life without her best friend. Harry was there, always there. He was the hero, he wasn't supposed to die, he was supposed to grow old and always be there to help out and save the day. What would happen when he wasn't? How would she cope? How would Ron cope? How would anybody cope? She had never thought of a life without him. Even when he was in the hospital wing, even when she thought he was dead. She'd come to depend on some miracle that would come along and save Harry, so that he could save the world. And now.nothing could reverse or stop the spell that had been lain upon him, and he would not even live to see graduation. He was only seventeen, today, how could he leave? It wasn't fair, the way fate had used him like that, letting him rid the world of evil, then killing him off like a horse that could no longer race.
Despite all of this going through most of their heads, they couldn't help but smile at the scene before them. They all knew that each had loved each other for a long time, why was fate so cruel? It wasn't fair, and it made Ron angrier than he ever had been in his life.
Harry's eyes fluttered open when Sirius moved to wake him.
"That's cute," he said, smiling at his godson. Harry blushed, but his attention was drawn to Ginny as she woke.
"What.?" she asked, as she looked around. She didn't know anything except a feeling of great content. Then, it all rushed back to her, and she stared at Harry as though he had slapped her. "No." he frowned at her.
"I don't believe it," he said finally, "And all this time I thought it was a dream. Well, we should do something."
Hermione laughed, half-sobbing, "Like what? There isn't much we can do."
"Really? It's a gorgeous July day, and it's my birthday. We're in a castle that's larger than a mansion, and, we're alone. There is a library, and a quidditch field, and brooms. You can't tell me we have nothing to do."
"But Harry.your." it was Remus who spoke.
"Am I? Dying, I don't feel like it. I feel fine, and I'm not going to sit in here and pretend to be all put out. To quote a very wise man, Death is but the next big adventure. We should all be glad Voldemort didn't use the killing curse, and make the best of the next twenty-three hours. I might only have a short time to live, but by no means does that mean I'm dying."
There was a shocked silence following these words, and after a few minutes, Harry spoke.
"Any body care for a game of Quidditch?"
It was then agreed, so they all walked outside in the brilliant sun. Harry got the brooms and they all went into the Quidditch pitch.
Ginny, Ron, and Harry were on a team, while Hermione, Sirius, and Remus were on a team. Those who did not wish to participate, or were too old, or, in Hagrid's case, too large, contented in watching the game. Harry and Remus were the seekers, and Ron and Hermione were Chasers, while Ginny and Sirius were keepers. They played three games.
The first game was quite fun. Hagrid signaled for them, and they immediately shot up in the air, Harry and Remus both searching for the snitch.
There was no passing, because there was only one chaser on each team, and that made the game much more interesting. Hermione had scored eight goals before Ron could score one, and then, both Remus and Harry spotted the snitch. Harry gave Remus a wicked smile. He thought he had the better advantage, well, Harry might have been using a simple firebolt, while Remus was riding a Lightening Strike 4000, but Harry was still the better flyer, he caught the snitch before the game was even fifteen minutes old.
For the next few games, each person forgot about the terrible truth, and only knew the joys of watching and playing match after match. After the first one, none lasted more than five minutes. Harry won all but one, and that was when Hermione and Remus switched positions.
After about forty-five minutes, they landed, because Harry was beginning to look weary, and the truth hit each of them like they had been slapped.
Two hours were up.
WoW
A/N: I realize that was short, but I couldn't think of much else. And I also know I sort of ignored Ginny, but I'll make sure she has a big part in future hours.
Reviews:
Me: I'll keep that in mind. I was planning on putting an Epilogue in at the end. I'll make sure of it now.