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Neo Anderson= Yeah, I knew that you were Danny-DaWriter. And yes, I do like The Matrix, though not as much as Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.
To my readers who say they hate me because I killed off Ron: I'm sorry that you hate me because I killed Ron off (who happens to be my favorite character, and I really didn't didn't want to kill him off), but I did this so that the story could advance, and so that I could do a sequal to this story. Here's the summary of it:
Harry is in his 7th and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A few months after he arrives at school, Harry is accidentaly transported to another time. There, Harry finally learns what he needs in order to defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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The next afternoon, Harry didn't say a word to anyone. He kept going over and over in his mind what had happened, not wanting to believe it was true, that his best friend was... He remembered what had happened when he had come back to Hogwarts with Ginny, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, and everyone else. He, Hermione, and Ginny had still been crying, and Mr. Weasley looked as though he was going to break down any second.
When Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley had reached Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore had opened the door to let all of them through. Mrs. Weasley was already there, sitting in a comfortable arm chair by the fire place. She had looked up, with tears in her eyes, and when she saw her husband, she ran over to him and threw her arms around him and started crying. This was too much for Mr. Weasley, because he too, broke down in tears.
Harry then remembered Dumbledore telling them about the funeral service that was to happen this coming Saturday. Harry wasn't really looking forward to this, but then again, who was? His best friend had just died, and there wasnÕt anything that he could do about it. He didn't want to do anything. Harry had had even lost his enthusiasm for quidditch, which, he supposed, was some part to do with the grieving process, but then, he remembered, when Sirius had died, he didn't lose his enthusiasm for everything. He had gone through the grieving process, though he still did miss him, and now the loss of his best friend made everything worse.
Harry was currently in Potions, and he and Hermione were working next to each other, though neither of them were saying a word. They were both afraid that if they started talking, they would start crying.
Percy Weasley, didn't at all seem upset that his youngest brother was dead. On the contrary, he seemed downright gleeful, and it was this, more than anything else, that made Harry want to start beating him up with his bare fists. Hermione noticed this about Percy also, and like Harry, she was also extremely angry.
When the bell rang, to signal the end of class, Harry and Hermione silently gathered up their things, and headed towards the Great Hall.
While Harry was eating lunch with Hermione, and Ginny, he noticed that Mark seemed to be keeping away from him, and hanging out with the other first years. Harry was glad because of this, because he didn't want a stupid first year hanging around him, trying to make him feel better. As soon as Harry thought this, he felt ashamed, because Mark was, after all his cousin, and really the only blood relative he had. Harry also noticed that many people throughout the Great Hall seemed to be turning around a lot to look at him, Ginny, and Hermione. After this had gone on for a while, Harry slammed down his fork and knife.
"I can't take this anymore," he said, "people staring at me constantly." Harry stood up. "I'll be in the library. You two want to come with me?" He said to Hermione and Ginny.
"Sure, we'll come with you," said Hermione. Harry then left, and Hermione and Ginny got up, and ran to catch up with him. They were silent as they walked towards the library.
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny entered the library quietly. Since it was still lunchtime, there wasnÕt anybody in the quiet library except for themselves and the librarian, Madam Pince. Ginny spotted a table that was isolated from the other tables, and so Harry led the small group over to it, and they sat down. Harry sighed and put his head in his hands.
"It's all my fault." Harry said at last.
"No, it's not," said Ginny, resting her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Yes, it is," Harry replied. "If I hadn't got so mad, and wanted to hurt Voldemort, as if that's possible, and gone after him like I did with you all, Ron would still be alive."
"Harry, it was Ron's choice to go with you. As was mine, and Ginny's and Neville's," said Hermione.
"Yeah, but they didn't die!" Harry said, and sniffed. He felt a tear on his face.
Hermione hugged Harry.
"I miss him, too, Harry."
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It was Saturday morning. Harry woke up, and thought that he might ask Ron whether he wanted to play a game a quidditch with him, but when he looked over at Ron's bed, he remembered that Ron was dead, and today was the memorial service and funeral.
The memorial service and funeral were to be held at the Weasley's house, The Burrow. Only a few people were coming that weren't members of the Weasley family (except Percy). Harry, of course, and Hermione were coming. Dumbledore was taking time off to come, as were Tonks, Lupin, and a few other people from the Order.
Harry reluctantly got up and opened his wardrobe. He got out a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved dark green shirt, and his Hogwarts robe. He put them on, and headed down to the Gryffindor common room where he was to meet Ginny and Hermione. Together, they would go to Dumbledore's office and take a portkey to The Burrow.
Harry saw that a chair in front of the fireplace was empty, so he went over to it and sat down and stared into the fire. A few people came over to Harry and said how sorry they were for what happened, and tried to comfort him, for which he was somewhat grateful. The other part of him wanted to be left alone. People obviously could tell this, for they soon ignored him, though Harry had a feeling that some of them kept staring at him, which was irritating.
Finally, after ten minutes, though it seemed longer to Harry, Ginny and Hermione came down the stairs. They, too, were wearing their Hogwarts robes. They came over to Harry, who got up from the chair, and together, he, Hermione and Ginny headed towards Dumbledore's office, which, despite the distance, didn't take them very long.
"All right, you three, come here," said Dumbledore, one Harry, Hermione, and Ginny had entered. Dumbledore was holding out a yellow sock, which was apparently the portkey that they would be taking to The Burrow.
"What about Tonks and Lupin?" Harry asked.
"They will be Apparating."
"Oh."
"All right," said Dumbledore, still holding the yellow sock out to the trio. "Each of you put a finger on the portkey." Harry, Hermione, and Ginny did this. "One..." said Dumbledore to himself, "two...three!"
At once, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Dumbledore disappeared from the headmaster's office. A few seconds later, they appeared in the kitchen of the Weasley's house, making Bill Weasley, who had been sitting down at the table, jump.
"Professor Dumbledore, Tonks and Remus have just arrived. Everyone's out in the back yard."
Bill led them through the back door and out into the back yard. There weren't that many people there. Just Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Fred and George, Ron's Grandparents, Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and some other people that Harry didn't even know.
Harry, Hermione and Ginny went over to the group, who were all standing around Ron's coffin, which was hovering over a hole that had been dug for it. Then Dumbledore began to speak.
"Everyone, we are here to honour Mr. Ron Weasley-"
Harry tuned Dumbledore out, for the loss of his best friend was still fresh in his mind.
"Harry, is there anything you would like to say?" asked Dumbledore solemnly. Harry's mind came came to reality.
"What?" sniffed Harry.
"Is there anything that you would like to say about your friend?"
"Only that Ron was one was my best friend. He and I used to stay up late, talking about our teachers, and other things, and we used to play Wizard's Chess all the time, and Exploding Snap," Harry took a breath, and found that he had started crying. "We used to make up predictions for Divination together...and..." Harry took a deep, steadying breath, "...I'm just really going to miss him." Harry hung his head, and let out a couple of tears.
Dumbledore then started speaking again.
"Oh Harry!" whispered Hermione, giving Harry a hug. Harry hugged her back. "I'm going to miss him so much!" She gave a hearty sniff. Harry hugged her closer to him, as he too, started to cry.
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An hour later, Harry was to be found climbing the stairs of the Weasley's house towards Ron's room. He reached the landing of the floor that it was on, and Harry saw the familiar sign on it that said: 'Ronald's Room'. Harry smiled as he saw it, and opened the door. He looked around the room. He saw the walls covered with posters of the Chudley Cannons, which had been Ron's quidditch team. Harry's eyes travel around the room, finally coming to rest on the orange bedspread on RonÕs bed. Harry went over to Ron's bed, and layed down on it, with his legs dangling over the edge. He closed his eyes. Someone knocked on the door and opened it, and Harry immediatley sat up, and turned to see who it was.
It was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Professor," said Harry, looking at the ground.
"Hello, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I was wondering if I might speak to you for a little while?" And without waiting for an answer, Dumbledore came over to Harry and sat down on RonÕs bed next to him.
"What did you want to say to me?" asked Harry in a depressed voice.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Yes, I know," said Harry, rather rudely. "Hermione, Ginny, and I already went over this."
"It wasn't your fault, Harry." Dumbledore said again.
"Then who's fault was it?"
"No one's."
"What, are you going to tell me that this was meant to happen?" said Harry.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "You will grieve, and you'll fell better after doing so. It may take a while. But in the end, you yourself will be stronger in your fight against Voldemort because of this."
"But why did it have to be this way? Why did it have to happen this way?" said Harry, looking at Dumbledore. "Why did it have to end this way?"
"End?" said Dumbledore, looking at Harry. "No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, Harry. A path that we all must take during our lifetime, sometime or another."
Harry sat there, taking this in.
"On the other hand," said Dumbledore in a voice that was a little more cheerful, though not much. "I do have some good news for you."
"What?" asked Harry curiously.
"I have talked to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and they have agreed to let you live here with them."
Harry was shocked. "Really?" he immediatley hugged Dumbledore. After he had done this, however, something new sprang up in his mind. "But what about Voldemort? He's after me, and, well..."
"I am going to be the Secret Keeper, so no one will be able to find you here."
Right at the moment, there was another knock at the door.
"Come in," said Dumbledore, and Ginny and Hermione walked in. "Well," said Dumbledore, I'll leave you two here alone." And he walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Hi Ginny," said Harry. "Guess what? Dumbledore said that your parents said that I could live here."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and Dumbledore's going to be Secret Keeper for this place, so I can stay here."
"Oh, Harry! That's wonderful!" Hermione threw her arms around Harry in a hug.
"It'll be nice to have one of my brother's best friends living here," said Ginny.
Harry smiled.
"What was Dumbledore saying to you, anyway?" said Hermione.
"Well," said Harry, "he said that a person's journey doesn't end at death. He said that death is just another path that we all must take sometime or another during our lifetime."
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The End
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I've already posted the first chapter of the sequal for this story. The story is called A New Beginning. Here's the story ID of it: 1768566
Neo Anderson= Yeah, I knew that you were Danny-DaWriter. And yes, I do like The Matrix, though not as much as Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.
To my readers who say they hate me because I killed off Ron: I'm sorry that you hate me because I killed Ron off (who happens to be my favorite character, and I really didn't didn't want to kill him off), but I did this so that the story could advance, and so that I could do a sequal to this story. Here's the summary of it:
Harry is in his 7th and last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A few months after he arrives at school, Harry is accidentaly transported to another time. There, Harry finally learns what he needs in order to defeat Lord Voldemort once and for all.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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The next afternoon, Harry didn't say a word to anyone. He kept going over and over in his mind what had happened, not wanting to believe it was true, that his best friend was... He remembered what had happened when he had come back to Hogwarts with Ginny, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, and everyone else. He, Hermione, and Ginny had still been crying, and Mr. Weasley looked as though he was going to break down any second.
When Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley had reached Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore had opened the door to let all of them through. Mrs. Weasley was already there, sitting in a comfortable arm chair by the fire place. She had looked up, with tears in her eyes, and when she saw her husband, she ran over to him and threw her arms around him and started crying. This was too much for Mr. Weasley, because he too, broke down in tears.
Harry then remembered Dumbledore telling them about the funeral service that was to happen this coming Saturday. Harry wasn't really looking forward to this, but then again, who was? His best friend had just died, and there wasnÕt anything that he could do about it. He didn't want to do anything. Harry had had even lost his enthusiasm for quidditch, which, he supposed, was some part to do with the grieving process, but then, he remembered, when Sirius had died, he didn't lose his enthusiasm for everything. He had gone through the grieving process, though he still did miss him, and now the loss of his best friend made everything worse.
Harry was currently in Potions, and he and Hermione were working next to each other, though neither of them were saying a word. They were both afraid that if they started talking, they would start crying.
Percy Weasley, didn't at all seem upset that his youngest brother was dead. On the contrary, he seemed downright gleeful, and it was this, more than anything else, that made Harry want to start beating him up with his bare fists. Hermione noticed this about Percy also, and like Harry, she was also extremely angry.
When the bell rang, to signal the end of class, Harry and Hermione silently gathered up their things, and headed towards the Great Hall.
While Harry was eating lunch with Hermione, and Ginny, he noticed that Mark seemed to be keeping away from him, and hanging out with the other first years. Harry was glad because of this, because he didn't want a stupid first year hanging around him, trying to make him feel better. As soon as Harry thought this, he felt ashamed, because Mark was, after all his cousin, and really the only blood relative he had. Harry also noticed that many people throughout the Great Hall seemed to be turning around a lot to look at him, Ginny, and Hermione. After this had gone on for a while, Harry slammed down his fork and knife.
"I can't take this anymore," he said, "people staring at me constantly." Harry stood up. "I'll be in the library. You two want to come with me?" He said to Hermione and Ginny.
"Sure, we'll come with you," said Hermione. Harry then left, and Hermione and Ginny got up, and ran to catch up with him. They were silent as they walked towards the library.
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny entered the library quietly. Since it was still lunchtime, there wasnÕt anybody in the quiet library except for themselves and the librarian, Madam Pince. Ginny spotted a table that was isolated from the other tables, and so Harry led the small group over to it, and they sat down. Harry sighed and put his head in his hands.
"It's all my fault." Harry said at last.
"No, it's not," said Ginny, resting her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Yes, it is," Harry replied. "If I hadn't got so mad, and wanted to hurt Voldemort, as if that's possible, and gone after him like I did with you all, Ron would still be alive."
"Harry, it was Ron's choice to go with you. As was mine, and Ginny's and Neville's," said Hermione.
"Yeah, but they didn't die!" Harry said, and sniffed. He felt a tear on his face.
Hermione hugged Harry.
"I miss him, too, Harry."
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It was Saturday morning. Harry woke up, and thought that he might ask Ron whether he wanted to play a game a quidditch with him, but when he looked over at Ron's bed, he remembered that Ron was dead, and today was the memorial service and funeral.
The memorial service and funeral were to be held at the Weasley's house, The Burrow. Only a few people were coming that weren't members of the Weasley family (except Percy). Harry, of course, and Hermione were coming. Dumbledore was taking time off to come, as were Tonks, Lupin, and a few other people from the Order.
Harry reluctantly got up and opened his wardrobe. He got out a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved dark green shirt, and his Hogwarts robe. He put them on, and headed down to the Gryffindor common room where he was to meet Ginny and Hermione. Together, they would go to Dumbledore's office and take a portkey to The Burrow.
Harry saw that a chair in front of the fireplace was empty, so he went over to it and sat down and stared into the fire. A few people came over to Harry and said how sorry they were for what happened, and tried to comfort him, for which he was somewhat grateful. The other part of him wanted to be left alone. People obviously could tell this, for they soon ignored him, though Harry had a feeling that some of them kept staring at him, which was irritating.
Finally, after ten minutes, though it seemed longer to Harry, Ginny and Hermione came down the stairs. They, too, were wearing their Hogwarts robes. They came over to Harry, who got up from the chair, and together, he, Hermione and Ginny headed towards Dumbledore's office, which, despite the distance, didn't take them very long.
"All right, you three, come here," said Dumbledore, one Harry, Hermione, and Ginny had entered. Dumbledore was holding out a yellow sock, which was apparently the portkey that they would be taking to The Burrow.
"What about Tonks and Lupin?" Harry asked.
"They will be Apparating."
"Oh."
"All right," said Dumbledore, still holding the yellow sock out to the trio. "Each of you put a finger on the portkey." Harry, Hermione, and Ginny did this. "One..." said Dumbledore to himself, "two...three!"
At once, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Dumbledore disappeared from the headmaster's office. A few seconds later, they appeared in the kitchen of the Weasley's house, making Bill Weasley, who had been sitting down at the table, jump.
"Professor Dumbledore, Tonks and Remus have just arrived. Everyone's out in the back yard."
Bill led them through the back door and out into the back yard. There weren't that many people there. Just Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Charlie, Fred and George, Ron's Grandparents, Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and some other people that Harry didn't even know.
Harry, Hermione and Ginny went over to the group, who were all standing around Ron's coffin, which was hovering over a hole that had been dug for it. Then Dumbledore began to speak.
"Everyone, we are here to honour Mr. Ron Weasley-"
Harry tuned Dumbledore out, for the loss of his best friend was still fresh in his mind.
"Harry, is there anything you would like to say?" asked Dumbledore solemnly. Harry's mind came came to reality.
"What?" sniffed Harry.
"Is there anything that you would like to say about your friend?"
"Only that Ron was one was my best friend. He and I used to stay up late, talking about our teachers, and other things, and we used to play Wizard's Chess all the time, and Exploding Snap," Harry took a breath, and found that he had started crying. "We used to make up predictions for Divination together...and..." Harry took a deep, steadying breath, "...I'm just really going to miss him." Harry hung his head, and let out a couple of tears.
Dumbledore then started speaking again.
"Oh Harry!" whispered Hermione, giving Harry a hug. Harry hugged her back. "I'm going to miss him so much!" She gave a hearty sniff. Harry hugged her closer to him, as he too, started to cry.
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An hour later, Harry was to be found climbing the stairs of the Weasley's house towards Ron's room. He reached the landing of the floor that it was on, and Harry saw the familiar sign on it that said: 'Ronald's Room'. Harry smiled as he saw it, and opened the door. He looked around the room. He saw the walls covered with posters of the Chudley Cannons, which had been Ron's quidditch team. Harry's eyes travel around the room, finally coming to rest on the orange bedspread on RonÕs bed. Harry went over to Ron's bed, and layed down on it, with his legs dangling over the edge. He closed his eyes. Someone knocked on the door and opened it, and Harry immediatley sat up, and turned to see who it was.
It was Dumbledore.
"Hello, Professor," said Harry, looking at the ground.
"Hello, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I was wondering if I might speak to you for a little while?" And without waiting for an answer, Dumbledore came over to Harry and sat down on RonÕs bed next to him.
"What did you want to say to me?" asked Harry in a depressed voice.
"It wasn't your fault."
"Yes, I know," said Harry, rather rudely. "Hermione, Ginny, and I already went over this."
"It wasn't your fault, Harry." Dumbledore said again.
"Then who's fault was it?"
"No one's."
"What, are you going to tell me that this was meant to happen?" said Harry.
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "You will grieve, and you'll fell better after doing so. It may take a while. But in the end, you yourself will be stronger in your fight against Voldemort because of this."
"But why did it have to be this way? Why did it have to happen this way?" said Harry, looking at Dumbledore. "Why did it have to end this way?"
"End?" said Dumbledore, looking at Harry. "No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, Harry. A path that we all must take during our lifetime, sometime or another."
Harry sat there, taking this in.
"On the other hand," said Dumbledore in a voice that was a little more cheerful, though not much. "I do have some good news for you."
"What?" asked Harry curiously.
"I have talked to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and they have agreed to let you live here with them."
Harry was shocked. "Really?" he immediatley hugged Dumbledore. After he had done this, however, something new sprang up in his mind. "But what about Voldemort? He's after me, and, well..."
"I am going to be the Secret Keeper, so no one will be able to find you here."
Right at the moment, there was another knock at the door.
"Come in," said Dumbledore, and Ginny and Hermione walked in. "Well," said Dumbledore, I'll leave you two here alone." And he walked out of the room and down the stairs.
"Hi Ginny," said Harry. "Guess what? Dumbledore said that your parents said that I could live here."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and Dumbledore's going to be Secret Keeper for this place, so I can stay here."
"Oh, Harry! That's wonderful!" Hermione threw her arms around Harry in a hug.
"It'll be nice to have one of my brother's best friends living here," said Ginny.
Harry smiled.
"What was Dumbledore saying to you, anyway?" said Hermione.
"Well," said Harry, "he said that a person's journey doesn't end at death. He said that death is just another path that we all must take sometime or another during our lifetime."
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The End
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I've already posted the first chapter of the sequal for this story. The story is called A New Beginning. Here's the story ID of it: 1768566