Hey guys! I just want to say thanks to a few people:
Luthien-Anwaman for the two names in the last chapter: Cattiva and Dannoso. In Italian they both mean Evil. I was going to translate it into Latin except for the fact that I don't own a Latin Dictionary!
Also, thanks for all the reviews! Greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: AngieBob: I own the storyline and Rupert Grint!
Bob: In your dreams!
AngieBob: We'll see about that! Zzzzzzzzzz...
(* Smile, nod and slowly back away... *)
Now that I've managed to freak you all out...
I'm blabbing, stopping...
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Previously: In the burrow, the clock on the north-facing wall in the lounge room chimed. The hand marked 'Ronald Weasley' slowly turned to the side marked 'dead'.
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So you want to change the world? What are you waiting for? – Tiffani Wood
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Dead... It's funny how one word can change everything so much but leaves you feeling exactly the same as if you had never heard it...
Hermione had broken down in tears and if Harry had been able to move he was sure that there would be absolutely no way to console her.
Harry on the other hand, didn't feel a thing. When somebody dies, shouldn't you cry or at least feel upset? Wasn't that how it was supposed to work? Harry knelt there, next to Ron's dead body and felt nothing. No pain, No sorrow, No anger...
Maybe all these years of death he had experienced had made him numb to pain, anger and anything even remotely connected to feelings.
After what seemed like an age, Hermione finally managed to speak.
"You're despicable! How you can kill someone, and then laugh about it! How can you have no feelings? Ron had hopes, dreams, wishes..." Hermione was shaking with anger.
Harry could tell she was hurt. A hurt so deep that no matter how much you tried to fill it in, the scar would always remain, to remind you of a time. A time when things were better. When things were normal.
But what was normal? Had Harry's life ever been normal?
And what about what Hermione had said? Was he the same as Voldemort? Why wasn't he feeling anything? Was he cold and cruel like Voldemort? All he knew was that it scared the hell out of him.
"Oh, the wrath of a petty 16 year old girl, I'm so scared." Then came the laugh. It was the laugh that had haunted Harry's childhood. The laugh that woke him up in the middle of the night, shaking and drenched in sweat.
"I HATE YOU!" Came Hermione's somewhat pathetic announcement.
"Oh, that hurts." Mocked Voldemort. Clearly she was no match for him.
And then everything clicked. Like a jigsaw puzzle, putting piece by piece together, getting wearier. And then, you find the last piece is missing. It was like Harry holding that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle; Ready to place it in its rightful position.
Harry remembered something Dumbledore had said in Harry's first year at Hogwarts.
"If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love"
And he was right.
To Harry, It was like the biggest weight in the world had been on Harry's back for the past 16 years, and it was finally being taken off. And he laughed.
Whenever he had laughed in the past, there had always been a niggling feeling at the back of his head saying, "Why are you laughing? What is there to laugh about?" But now Harry knew that he finally had that reason.
Harry raised his head to face Voldemort. He looked into his snake-like eyes and said the three words that would be the last on Earth anybody would want to say to Voldemort.
"I forgive you"
There was a shocked silence. They stood there. Voldemort, half mortified, half amused. Harry was looking hopeful and Hermione was just standing there, blinking.
"W...What?" Voldemort was shocked.
"I forgive you." Harry said. Now, It was finally finished.
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Fred and George were planning their sneak attack during their next potions class, when there was a huge bang. A few first years fell off their chairs and everybody ran to the windows to see what had shaken the whole castle.
Huge fireworks were going off in the distance, but they were so huge that Hogwarts was covered in showers of sparks. The Gryffindors slowly dispersed and went back to their homework, or their game of exploding snap, naive to what the sudden fireworks display had meant.
Voldemort was gone.
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Harry stood there in shock. Had he really done it? Was Voldemort really gone? He walked shakily over to Hermione and helped her up.
They both looked at Ron's dead body and Hermione started crying again. They hugged each other for what seemed like eternity, until they heard someone behind them.
"Harry!" Called a female voice.
Harry turned slowly, dreading what he might see. But what he saw shocked him beyond all else.
"Mum?"
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There you go! Next chapter coming up soon! I hope you are enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it!
I had a complaint about my Author's notes: I have tried to take them out, but if you don't like them, skip them, and read them at the end.
By the way, sorry for the shortness, but I like leaving you on a cliffhanger! Mwahaha... (* Look shocked and move slowly towards the cake... *) They will get longer!
Mr. Blue Button says: "Click Me!"
Luthien-Anwaman for the two names in the last chapter: Cattiva and Dannoso. In Italian they both mean Evil. I was going to translate it into Latin except for the fact that I don't own a Latin Dictionary!
Also, thanks for all the reviews! Greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: AngieBob: I own the storyline and Rupert Grint!
Bob: In your dreams!
AngieBob: We'll see about that! Zzzzzzzzzz...
(* Smile, nod and slowly back away... *)
Now that I've managed to freak you all out...
I'm blabbing, stopping...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Previously: In the burrow, the clock on the north-facing wall in the lounge room chimed. The hand marked 'Ronald Weasley' slowly turned to the side marked 'dead'.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So you want to change the world? What are you waiting for? – Tiffani Wood
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Dead... It's funny how one word can change everything so much but leaves you feeling exactly the same as if you had never heard it...
Hermione had broken down in tears and if Harry had been able to move he was sure that there would be absolutely no way to console her.
Harry on the other hand, didn't feel a thing. When somebody dies, shouldn't you cry or at least feel upset? Wasn't that how it was supposed to work? Harry knelt there, next to Ron's dead body and felt nothing. No pain, No sorrow, No anger...
Maybe all these years of death he had experienced had made him numb to pain, anger and anything even remotely connected to feelings.
After what seemed like an age, Hermione finally managed to speak.
"You're despicable! How you can kill someone, and then laugh about it! How can you have no feelings? Ron had hopes, dreams, wishes..." Hermione was shaking with anger.
Harry could tell she was hurt. A hurt so deep that no matter how much you tried to fill it in, the scar would always remain, to remind you of a time. A time when things were better. When things were normal.
But what was normal? Had Harry's life ever been normal?
And what about what Hermione had said? Was he the same as Voldemort? Why wasn't he feeling anything? Was he cold and cruel like Voldemort? All he knew was that it scared the hell out of him.
"Oh, the wrath of a petty 16 year old girl, I'm so scared." Then came the laugh. It was the laugh that had haunted Harry's childhood. The laugh that woke him up in the middle of the night, shaking and drenched in sweat.
"I HATE YOU!" Came Hermione's somewhat pathetic announcement.
"Oh, that hurts." Mocked Voldemort. Clearly she was no match for him.
And then everything clicked. Like a jigsaw puzzle, putting piece by piece together, getting wearier. And then, you find the last piece is missing. It was like Harry holding that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle; Ready to place it in its rightful position.
Harry remembered something Dumbledore had said in Harry's first year at Hogwarts.
"If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love"
And he was right.
To Harry, It was like the biggest weight in the world had been on Harry's back for the past 16 years, and it was finally being taken off. And he laughed.
Whenever he had laughed in the past, there had always been a niggling feeling at the back of his head saying, "Why are you laughing? What is there to laugh about?" But now Harry knew that he finally had that reason.
Harry raised his head to face Voldemort. He looked into his snake-like eyes and said the three words that would be the last on Earth anybody would want to say to Voldemort.
"I forgive you"
There was a shocked silence. They stood there. Voldemort, half mortified, half amused. Harry was looking hopeful and Hermione was just standing there, blinking.
"W...What?" Voldemort was shocked.
"I forgive you." Harry said. Now, It was finally finished.
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Fred and George were planning their sneak attack during their next potions class, when there was a huge bang. A few first years fell off their chairs and everybody ran to the windows to see what had shaken the whole castle.
Huge fireworks were going off in the distance, but they were so huge that Hogwarts was covered in showers of sparks. The Gryffindors slowly dispersed and went back to their homework, or their game of exploding snap, naive to what the sudden fireworks display had meant.
Voldemort was gone.
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Harry stood there in shock. Had he really done it? Was Voldemort really gone? He walked shakily over to Hermione and helped her up.
They both looked at Ron's dead body and Hermione started crying again. They hugged each other for what seemed like eternity, until they heard someone behind them.
"Harry!" Called a female voice.
Harry turned slowly, dreading what he might see. But what he saw shocked him beyond all else.
"Mum?"
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There you go! Next chapter coming up soon! I hope you are enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it!
I had a complaint about my Author's notes: I have tried to take them out, but if you don't like them, skip them, and read them at the end.
By the way, sorry for the shortness, but I like leaving you on a cliffhanger! Mwahaha... (* Look shocked and move slowly towards the cake... *) They will get longer!
Mr. Blue Button says: "Click Me!"