(A/N: Thanks a trillion billion to my faithful reviewers and readers! You
guys are why I continue to write this story! Anyway, hope you all are
enjoying this drama....I certainly am, though I'll admit I almost cried
writing this chapter. I'm too dramatic I think. Very, very, very heart
wrenching chapter coming up so just to warn you! Hope you all enjoy!)
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~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FIFTY: INNOCENCE
"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY COME BACK! HARRY DON'T LEAVE US LIKE THIS! HARRYY!!!!!" Ginny wailed, voice cracking, as she threw herself on top of Harry's body, sobbing until she thought her heart would break.
Ron was in complete shock. As he watched his best friend die, breath his last, Ron felt as if he too was dying. As soon as it was over, as soon as Harry was dead, Ron, face a ghostly white, walked off towards the castle, without letting so much as a tear fall. Hermione tried to call after him but she couldn't so much as breathe, the shock was so intense.
Hermione's reaction was somewhere between Ron and Ginny. Hot tears scorched her face but she refused to sob openly. Not yet, it was too soon, it was too much. First her parents, then Luna, now Harry. Who next? Hermione looked up at Draco.
Draco didn't know what to think. Watching his moral enemy and practically his girlfriend's brother die was a terrible experience. Though Draco had despised Harry with passion, he could never really call it hate; at least right now he didn't want to call it hate. Especially with Hermione as his girlfriend, Draco had at least attempted getting along with Harry. But he would never have that chance again...Harry was dead.
Hermione was looking at him and his heart lurched to wrap his arms around her, but she soon directed her attention back to Harry's corpse, brushing his hair off his pale face. Watching her care and love for Harry, even dead, hurt Draco. He hated being selfish and jealous but Draco couldn't help what he felt. With a final glance at Hermione, he turned and ran back towards the castle. He needed time alone.
It was about this time that Neville came running towards them, with Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey following close behind. Hermione's heart gave a painful lurch, and she refused to meet either three pairs of eyes that were boring into hers.
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Neville had never run so fast in his life. He had to save Harry.
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!" Neville shouted
"What is it Neville? Where are the others?" Dumbledore asked urgently.
"It's Harry! He's hurt real bad! Follow me! And bring Madam Pomfrey!" Neville exclaimed
"Right away. Poppy! Poppy! Follow Mr. Longbottom and I!"
Neville lead the way, jogging instead of sprinting to keep up with Dumbledore's pace; which was slow.
They had almost reached it. They were almost there! The threesome turned the corner to reveal several students huddled together on the grass. Neville noted that Ron wasn't there. Neville approached Ginny, Hermione and Harry smiling and sticking his chest into the air.
"Here we are! I brought Dumbledore see? Harry you're going to be fine now. Just hang in there alright?" Neville said, beaming at his success. But when Harry didn't answer, he crouched down beside Harry. "Harry mate! It's me! Neville! I was real worried that we weren't going to make it in time but it's a good thing we did. You had me real scared there for a while mate, I'll give you that. Harry? Harry?" Neville was confused that Harry hadn't so much as moved since he'd arrived.
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Hermione's heart was breaking all over again as she watched Neville's innocence block away the facts that Dumbledore clearly saw the moment he saw Hermione and Ginny's faces. Merlin! Neville couldn't tell that Harry was dead, that Hermione and Ginny were crying, that Ron wasn't there. Or more likely, if he did, he just wasn't putting it all together!
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"Madam Pomfrey? What's wrong with him?" Neville asked worried
Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply as she felt for a pulse. "I'm so sorry, but Mr. Potter is dead."
Neville couldn't breathe! No! It wasn't true! He'd gotten here in time! He'd gone and got Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey like he was supposed to! Harry wouldn't have died without saying goodbye!
Madam Pomfrey shut Harry's bright emerald eyes that had once sparkled with happiness and, with a concurred blanket, covered Harry's body.
It was true! It wasn't just some horrible trick that Harry was playing with him. Neville half expected Harry's eyes to flutter open, to sit up straight and laugh and say "Ha! Ha! Wow I really had you there Neville!"
Then Ron would pop out of the bushes and join in. Ginny and Hermione would laugh too, eventually leading Neville to roll around laughing too. But no, Madam Pomfrey was covering up Harry's body.
Neville collapsed onto the ground and lay in a heap. And if one got rather close one would hear the muffled cries and sobs racking the poor boy's body.
Actually everyone looked rather like that. Dumbledore had sat down and put his head in his hand and if you looked closely you could see tears fall from his blue eyes and onto his long white beard.
Hermione continued to silently cry, wishing Draco's arms were around her. Ron was nowhere to be seen and Ginny was wailing to the heavens and pounding the ground with her fists. And she didn't even know about Luna yet.
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(Talk about sad huh? Waa! Loads of drama just liked I warned. Hope it was to your liking! *hugs and kisses!* Haystack)
Usual Disclaimer
~*~*~*~*~*~* CHAPTER FIFTY: INNOCENCE
"HARRY! HARRY! HARRY COME BACK! HARRY DON'T LEAVE US LIKE THIS! HARRYY!!!!!" Ginny wailed, voice cracking, as she threw herself on top of Harry's body, sobbing until she thought her heart would break.
Ron was in complete shock. As he watched his best friend die, breath his last, Ron felt as if he too was dying. As soon as it was over, as soon as Harry was dead, Ron, face a ghostly white, walked off towards the castle, without letting so much as a tear fall. Hermione tried to call after him but she couldn't so much as breathe, the shock was so intense.
Hermione's reaction was somewhere between Ron and Ginny. Hot tears scorched her face but she refused to sob openly. Not yet, it was too soon, it was too much. First her parents, then Luna, now Harry. Who next? Hermione looked up at Draco.
Draco didn't know what to think. Watching his moral enemy and practically his girlfriend's brother die was a terrible experience. Though Draco had despised Harry with passion, he could never really call it hate; at least right now he didn't want to call it hate. Especially with Hermione as his girlfriend, Draco had at least attempted getting along with Harry. But he would never have that chance again...Harry was dead.
Hermione was looking at him and his heart lurched to wrap his arms around her, but she soon directed her attention back to Harry's corpse, brushing his hair off his pale face. Watching her care and love for Harry, even dead, hurt Draco. He hated being selfish and jealous but Draco couldn't help what he felt. With a final glance at Hermione, he turned and ran back towards the castle. He needed time alone.
It was about this time that Neville came running towards them, with Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey following close behind. Hermione's heart gave a painful lurch, and she refused to meet either three pairs of eyes that were boring into hers.
~*~*~*~*~
Neville had never run so fast in his life. He had to save Harry.
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore!" Neville shouted
"What is it Neville? Where are the others?" Dumbledore asked urgently.
"It's Harry! He's hurt real bad! Follow me! And bring Madam Pomfrey!" Neville exclaimed
"Right away. Poppy! Poppy! Follow Mr. Longbottom and I!"
Neville lead the way, jogging instead of sprinting to keep up with Dumbledore's pace; which was slow.
They had almost reached it. They were almost there! The threesome turned the corner to reveal several students huddled together on the grass. Neville noted that Ron wasn't there. Neville approached Ginny, Hermione and Harry smiling and sticking his chest into the air.
"Here we are! I brought Dumbledore see? Harry you're going to be fine now. Just hang in there alright?" Neville said, beaming at his success. But when Harry didn't answer, he crouched down beside Harry. "Harry mate! It's me! Neville! I was real worried that we weren't going to make it in time but it's a good thing we did. You had me real scared there for a while mate, I'll give you that. Harry? Harry?" Neville was confused that Harry hadn't so much as moved since he'd arrived.
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Hermione's heart was breaking all over again as she watched Neville's innocence block away the facts that Dumbledore clearly saw the moment he saw Hermione and Ginny's faces. Merlin! Neville couldn't tell that Harry was dead, that Hermione and Ginny were crying, that Ron wasn't there. Or more likely, if he did, he just wasn't putting it all together!
~*~*~*~*~*
"Madam Pomfrey? What's wrong with him?" Neville asked worried
Madam Pomfrey sighed deeply as she felt for a pulse. "I'm so sorry, but Mr. Potter is dead."
Neville couldn't breathe! No! It wasn't true! He'd gotten here in time! He'd gone and got Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey like he was supposed to! Harry wouldn't have died without saying goodbye!
Madam Pomfrey shut Harry's bright emerald eyes that had once sparkled with happiness and, with a concurred blanket, covered Harry's body.
It was true! It wasn't just some horrible trick that Harry was playing with him. Neville half expected Harry's eyes to flutter open, to sit up straight and laugh and say "Ha! Ha! Wow I really had you there Neville!"
Then Ron would pop out of the bushes and join in. Ginny and Hermione would laugh too, eventually leading Neville to roll around laughing too. But no, Madam Pomfrey was covering up Harry's body.
Neville collapsed onto the ground and lay in a heap. And if one got rather close one would hear the muffled cries and sobs racking the poor boy's body.
Actually everyone looked rather like that. Dumbledore had sat down and put his head in his hand and if you looked closely you could see tears fall from his blue eyes and onto his long white beard.
Hermione continued to silently cry, wishing Draco's arms were around her. Ron was nowhere to be seen and Ginny was wailing to the heavens and pounding the ground with her fists. And she didn't even know about Luna yet.
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(Talk about sad huh? Waa! Loads of drama just liked I warned. Hope it was to your liking! *hugs and kisses!* Haystack)