Summary: Harry's going to die. How you ask me? Anyway he can! A collection of Dark Death stories in which Death is finally getting even and you'll find out that there are many gruesome ways to die if you're Harry Potter. Not even his luck can save him this time.
A/N: I was going to write 'Neville' first, but Sammy Potter, my first reviewer, wanted gore. So you'll get Gore. This one's for you Sammy! And yes, you were right. The last chapter was a bit choppy, but it I just couldn't find anything to change, so I guess it was just meant to be that way.
By the way, if anyone has any requests of how or by who's hand Harry must die next, please tell me and I'll see if I can fulfil your wish. I need a little help in deciding with who or what to continue. I just have too many ideas.
At Death's DoorPart 4: Remus
Rated: R
Warnings: Gore (You asked for it and this time I mean business)
His breath was coming out in short gasps, his sides felt like there were knifes stabbed into them, his head was throbbing, all the while he was dodging branches and jumping over large tree roots he couldn't even see. But even though the night was pitch black, he ran faster than he had ever run in his whole life, faster even than when Dudley had been chasing him as a child.
How the hell did he get in this mess? Oh yes, the dare.
"Ugh, dammit." Harry cursed at the stone he had just tripped over, ripping his clothes even more than they already were. Immediately jumping up again and ignoring his bleeding knee, he continued running for his life. Stumbling a few more times, but not falling again.
A few minutes later he had to stop, he couldn't take another step. Panting, itching, aching, bleeding, hurting, suffering. But he had to keep going, he couldn't stop now. It wasn't even close to daybreak.
Sunrise, he had to keep going until sunrise. Then he'd be safe, then he could stop. Taking another deep breath, almost chocking on his air, he started running again, immediately picking up speed when he heard the sounds of branches braking and paws running behind him.
The complete panic that had taken him over when the chase had begun, had changed into a drive to survive, but his adrenalin was starting to run low and his stamina was all but gone.
Fear.
Pure, undiluted, overwhelming fear was what kept him going now. Made him ignore the pain in his lungs, his legs. Made him ignore the dawning realisation that he wasn't going to make it.
Light!
He could see something in front of him, almost entirely hidden by the trees. He changed directions and headed towards what might just be his salvation. But as he entered the clearing, because that was all it was, a small breakage of the trees and ground covered with ferns, he saw that he had only seen a sparkle of moonlight shining through the thinner lair of leaves, seemingly brighter because he had been in the pure dark for so long.
Despair wrung through him and he stopped running. He was lost, he had no idea which way Hogwarts and safety was and as he looked at the full moon, he knew it would be hours before it set and the sun would rise.
Suddenly leafs rustled behind him, a branch snapped. Harry swirled around. He could hear deep breathing coming from the trees in front of him.
It was close now. He could see shadows flitting through the trees. He tried to follow it with his eyes and ears, turning ever which way he thought it to be. His breathing sounded harsh in the silence and he tried to quiet it in fear of not being able to hear the creature approach.
He was completely tense and alert, totally aware of his body. The pain hit him in full force now and left him gasping for air in spite of his efforts to calm down his aching lungs. Any second now.... The beast would attack him and he would be ready when it did. It was circling him, searching its prey for a weakness.
And then Harry saw it. A dark snout, two bright yellow eyes watching his every move. It moved even closer, showing it's enormous heaving body.
And both knew the hunt was over.
It pounced.
Harry didn't stand a chance.
Before he could even raise his arms in defence the wolf was on him and all he could do was cry out. If you had listened closely you might just have been able to make out the words, although they were distorted by the gurgle of Harry chocking on his own blood. "REMUS, NOOOOOOOooooooo......"
And then the only sound disturbing the silence of the dark forest was that of a werewolf ripping and eating it's quarry. Both hunter and prey glinted red in the full moon light and even though the smell of blood filled the forest, no other predator dared come close, even Aragog's children. All creatures of the forest kept far away, knowing that the most powerful of them all had caught its meal.
Harry Potter was no more and the only remains were a bloody corpse, forcefully torn apart, and some loose parts spread across the clearing.
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Remus woke up as usual after a full moon. Naked, cold and exhausted. He curled himself into a ball and tried to sleep a little longer. He couldn't, it was just too cold, too cold to be inside the shrieking shack. And that smell, that taste... All his instincts where going off like sirens and his eyes shot open.
Blood.
He smelled blood, human blood. Not like other times when he lived in the woods and in the morning he discovered he had killed and devoured some deer or rabbit, no, human blood.
He immediately sat up, although it was with some difficulty, and spit out blood and saliva, but the taste remained. Feeling nauseous, he nervously turned his gaze to his blood soaked hands, he couldn't even make himself look around for a body. This had never happened before, how could it have now, what was he going to do, oh god he might have killed some one, oh sweet Merlin.... Taking a deep breath he tried to calm himself down a bit, but the heavy coppery smell of blood was overwhelming.
As he looked at the rest of his own body, he saw why. He was painted red and brown, completely covered in dried and still dripping blood, both his own and that of someone else.
Then a thought hit him, the one he had attacked might still be alive, he had to start searching fast, before it was to late. Ignoring his protesting muscles and his nakedness, he pushed himself up and started looking around the forest for any signs.
The body was easily found. All he had to do was follow a short trail of blood and dark red paw prints. After only a few minutes of stumbling along in shock, he found his victim. He didn't recognize him at first, but as he came closer his denial was ruthlessly ripped away. The dark messy hair, the silver ring on the hand he came across a few meters away from the body and, as the last blow, the scar, strangely visible on the forehead.
Oh Merlin.... No air... His longs weren't working, his heart was beating too loud, his whole body was shaking.
"HARRY! NO! No no no no no no no no no no no no...."
He stumbled to the body, or what was left of it, and chased away some ravens that had already started feasting on the bloody remains. Suddenly he found his legs couldn't support him anymore and he let himself drop to his knees. Remus cradled his best friend's son against his own already bloody body, ignoring the squish of entrails against his chest. Rocking back and forth, back and forth, the tears streaming over his face unnoticed.
Harry Potter was no more and that it was all his fault, all his fault, all his fault....
He didn't let the body go when Dumbledore found him some hours later, not until the headmaster forced him to with a spell. Minerva lead him back to Hogwarts, guiding him silently and all the while there was only one thought going through his head....
I killed Harry, it was all my fault, all my fault, my fault, I'm a murderer, I killed him, I killed Harry, murderer....
He didn't struggle when the aurors came to take him away.
End
You'll find out what Harry's dare was in the next chapter called 'Silver', it will be one of the few parts that might be seen as a sequel.
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