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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: Dedicated to my second reviewer Blackenedsoul, who loves sick and twisted stories just as much as I do.

IMPORTANT!!! This is a semi sequel to 'Remus', but just so you know, this story doesn't mean Harry was any less dead in the last part. This is just another twist on the idea and the only difference is that Harry isn't dead. Well, not yet anyway.

At Death's Door

Part 5: Silver

Rated: R

Warnings: OotP spoilers, very dark, much angst, some gore and all the usual.

He had been awake for a few hours now and Dumbledore had already been by the hospital wing to tell him what had happened. He was alone now, leaning back against a pillow, half lying in bed, trying to keep his breathing normal and thinking about what he had been told.

Apparently he had been in a healing coma for a week after being attacked by a werewolf. He remembered only a little of the chase. He remembered the fear, the panic racing through his mind and the last things, before he drew a blank, were two bright yellow eyes and then pain. He must've past out after that.

Madam Pomfrey had informed him that it had been touch and go. He had nearly been ripped to pieces and she even had to reattach his hand. He could move it okay now, it just stung a little.

Of course the fact that he was alive meant.... it meant.... he was a werewolf now too. He would go through the painful transformation every full moon, he would be a danger to everyone around him and there was nothing he could do about it. Snape may be able to brew the wolfsbane potion for him while he was in school, but after that....

Those thoughts lead him straight to the one thing he didn't want to think about, the last thing the headmaster had told him.

Remus hadn't been able to get the wolfsbane potion that disastrous night, because Snape had been away, probably for something to do with his spying, and since the shrieking shack was too close to collapsing to hold a grown werewolf nowadays, Remus had taken his refuge in the forbidden forest.

It had been Remus who had attacked him, but that hadn't been the news that had shocked Harry to the core, because he had already known. He had recognized the wolf, even in the moonlight. No, the thing that Harry couldn't think about was much, much worse.

The aurors had come for Remus the day after the attack and since werewolves weren't considered human by law, there hadn't even been a trial. Dumbledore had been proven powerless in this matter and Remus had been executed a few hours after his arrest. It had been a beheading by a silver axe, especially made for werewolf executions.

Harry felt numb now, in too much mental pain to feel. First when he had been told, he had been too weak to let it sink in. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness, but now.... now that he was fully awake.... The news had hit him like a train wreck. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, hell he couldn't even breath or think.

His last link to his parents, the last of the marauders (Wormtail didn't count), the last person, well grownup anyway, who cared for Harry, not Potter or the-boy-who-lived, but Harry, was gone, dead. And it was his fault.

If he hadn't taken that stupid dare from Ron, Remus would be alive now.

Ron had promised him he'd arrange a date with Cho for him if only he would get some ingredients for a potion Hermione had wanted to make. Of course Ron was too scared of the giant spiders to go himself, but the redhead had still wanted to impress the studious girl he liked so much and Harry had been fine with it. Anything to get those two together and to get them to stop arguing all the time. Of course, he wouldn't say no to a date with Cho either.

He grabbed his head with both hands and brought his knees to his chest, trying to get the tiniest bit of comfort out of this, but it didn't work. The thoughts and feelings were too overwhelming.

He had done it again.

After swearing to himself he wouldn't be reckless, that he wouldn't endanger anyone ever again, that he would let something like what happened with Sirius repeat itself. He had done it again and the guilt was eating him alive.

He felt something bubbling inside of him, like a volcano waiting to erupt. He was fighting so hard to keep it under control. It was one of the scariest feelings he had ever encountered. He was very familiar with fear, anger, grief, guilt and the list went on, but this was too big, too much to handle, he had to keep it inside with all his might. He could hear footsteps and immediately his entire body tensed, he didn't want to talk now.

"Mister Potter, your friends are here to see you." With dry eyes Harry looked up at the nurse as she said this and saw Ron and Hermione standing behind her. As he looked at the two of them, both with red rimmed eyes he distantly noticed Pomfrey walking back to her office.

Hermione, of course, was the first to act, she swung her arms around him for a hug, but he immediately shrugged her off. He couldn't stand any pity now, or any physical contact. She drew back, looking hurt, but didn't step away.

"Oh Harry, are you alright." She asked, looking at him with worried eyes.

And that was it, the dam broke and the volcano erupted. He grinned.

"Alright? Am I alright?" He whispered. The feeling of hysterics was crawling through his entire body and clamped over his heart. He could hardly breath. Harry clapped his hands over his mouth, but it was no use, he couldn't stop it.

He started laughing

The emotions were too much, they had to come out somehow. The tears of loss, fear, pain and just overwhelming feelings streamed over his cheeks and he was laughing. He was laughing so hard he couldn't speak, he couldn't breath, he could only laugh and cry. It was the strangest sensation to do both at the same time.

"STOP IT, Harry please stop it." Ron yelled at him, but this only made it worse. Soon the laughing changed into screaming. He threw his head back, slamming it against the wall, and screamed his lungs out, his hands pulling at his hair.

A few seconds later there was a mediwitch at his bedside, pouring a calming draught down his throat and he swallowed it quickly. Finally he calmed down some and he could breath normally again. When he looked around he saw that his friends had left. Who could blame them?

"Try to get some sleep dear." Harry just nodded at the nurse and pulled the blankest over him while lying down. He was calmer because of the potion, but now the thoughts that had plagued him before returned in full force.

Remus was death and it was his fault. No comfort in knowing that he couldn't have done anything, like with his parents and Cedric. No, it was Sirius all over again. Why did he cause so many people so much pain?

He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't wake up knowing he had caused so much death. He hadn't done anything to himself after Sirius died because of the prophecy. But now he knew, he couldn't save anyone, let alone the whole world, he only brought about suffering and pain. What if next time it was Hermione or Ron, he couldn't live with that.

Listening to Pomfrey working in her office, Harry knew the coast was clear. He silently slipped out of bed and headed for one of the cabinets. If his wand hadn't been taken from him he would've conjured one, but since it was he would just have to make due with what was at hand. After searching through drawers and cupboards he finally found what he had been looking for.

A silver knife.

"Perfect." He breathed. Silver was very toxic for werewolves, this nightmare would be over soon. The relief that this thought brought him was almost as scary as the thought itself, but the peace this would bring him in the end was too tempting.

Sitting on his bed, with his back to the doors, he pressed he sharp edge of the knife into his left wrist. He ignored the pain, he ignored the blood and cut deeper. The blood was flowing freely now, covering his arm and pyjamas in glinting red. The pain was excruciating, his breath was coming out in small gasps, but the calming draft was still active and he slid the knife further.

He could already feel the burning of the silver starting and through the blood he could see the edges of the cut starting to turn blue. Quickly, before the pain would become too much he switched hands and, with much difficulty, he slid his other wrist.

Even through his dizziness, which was becoming worse by the second, he could feel the burning travel up his arms and spread over his entire body.

Suddenly an alarm sounded through the room and madam Pomfrey came running towards him. Just as she reached him he let himself drop backwards, not having the strength to stay seated any longer.

The last thing he saw was the shocked nurse trying to heal his cuts, but he knew that even if she succeeded, the silver would make sure he wouldn't wake up again.

And with a smile on his face, Harry Potter was no more.

End

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