Hey there! All right! I know what you're thinking! Why does she even try?
BUT... Read this chapter and you may be pleasantly surprised!
Warning: I said 'may be'!!!
Disclaimer: AngieBob: I, AngieBob, Ruler of this world, Own this storyline and Rupert Grint!
Bob: Yeah, And I'm from the Planet Ping-Pong!
AngieBob: Really? I thought you came from the Plant 'I have no life!'
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Dead? Ron? It couldn't be! NO! He would get his memories back and prove to Dumbledore that he was wrong and that any minute; Ron could walk through Dumbledore's office door.
Harry was amazed at how shaky his voice sounded. "I want my memories back" There was no feeling in his voice whatsoever. No pain, No sorrow, No anger... This sounded familiar. But where had he heard it before?
"Harry. I have no right to keep them from you any longer, but I must ask you to think about this carefully. Are you sure that you want them back right now?" Dumbledore looked at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Harry didn't stop to think. "Yes" he replied in a monotonous voice.
Dumbledore got up from his desk and walked over to Harry. He pointed his wand at Harry and muttered "Memorius Rentrer" and a blue light engulfed Harry. But he did not feel warm, as he had expected, but cold. Cold as ice. His memories all came flooding. The small silver snake in Hermione's hand, Voldemort, Ron... He had died. Dumbledore was right. Sometimes Harry wished that Dumbledore could be wrong about something. But this time, after replaying Ron's death in his mind, he felt uncontrollable emotions. Pain, Sorrow, Anger, Guilt... Harry felt like he was empty. A big black empty hole, devoid of anything that could bring him happiness. But this was worse than the dementors kiss, because Harry wasn't losing his mind. He would have to live with the pain for the rest of his life. There was no escaping it. Like he was sinking into a hole and the opening above him was slowly closing up.
Then came Harry's revelation. He had defeated Voldemort. The world had been shaken to its foundations, and then... He had seen them. His parents. How he could feel so much sorrow, he didn't know. He had never known them, yet every time he thought of his mother's fiery eyes or his father's messy, jet- black hair, his heart gave a funny jolt. He had never seen them, talked to them, hugged them...not when they were alive anyway.
Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He ran throughout the door and the corridors, not knowing where he was going, or where he would end up, all he knew, was that he had to get away, leave it all behind.
Amazingly, he had run into the Gryffindor common room. He was supposed to be in the Hospital wing, but he couldn't go back.
He finally collapsed into his bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Harry awoke to whispers. It was Seamus and Dean.
"Does he know?" Came Seamus' slightly raised voice.
"I don't know... But we'd better not wake him. He's been through a lot." Replied Dean, in a hushed whisper, As though Harry was a vicious guard dog.
"You know, if you were trying not to wake me, you're doing a pathetic job!" Harry knew he shouldn't have shouted, but how dare they talk about him behind his back!
Harry saw Seamus give Dean a scared look as they hurried the staircase.
Harry lay there peacefully in the sunlight, just enjoying the quiet. But then he remembered. He shivered and drew his sheets under his chin. How could he forget! Although, he wished he could forget. He didn't want the memories. They haunted him, day and night. There were brief seconds in his life that Harry could remember being truly happy, but then that annoying nagging voice at the back of his head would remind him the he had no parents, he had no god-father, his fate was most likely death... All the things that Harry, in moments of true bliss, would have much rathered not hear. But unlike most nagging voices, this one had seemed to engulf him. He couldn't think of anything good in his life. He could only relive the horrible events of that night that had changed history.
Changed History. For most people, the party was still going. Voldemort had been defeated. Good had won. Yes, for them it was all-good. Little did they care if Harry was suffering! No! It seemed that now Harry's work was done, they had forgotten about him.
Harry buried his face in his pillow, trying to block out the sunlight. It didn't belong here! Not when Harry was here. Sunlight didn't fit when all Harry knew anymore was darkness. Why me? What did I do to deserve all this? Punishment? Punishment for what though?
I wish I could go to sleep. No more Pain, anger, sorrow, guilt, confusion... Yes. I wish I could go to sleep. Forever.
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Harry looked up. A blurry face slowly came into focus. It was Dumbledore, humming merrily. It stung. He didn't know how it could, but anything happy seemed to hurt.
"Ah, you're awake" Said Dumbledore, stopping his humming and giving Harry a fatherly smile. Harry couldn't stand it, and turned to look out the window. He must've slept through the night, as the grass was dewy and the morning rays made Harry squint.
"Harry" Dumbledore's voice didn't sound as pleased as it had. "We need to talk. I need to explain things to you in full. You need to understand."
"I don't want to understand! I don't want to know anything else! Why can't people just leave me alone? Always whispering! I just want everything to leave me alone, and let me die..." Harry broke off, realising that if he kept going, he would end up crying, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Harry, whether you want to or not, you need to understand." Dumbledore's voice was stern but patient. But there was something else in his voice as well. Weariness.
"I want to know about my parents" Harry interjected. He didn't want to hear about Voldemort anymore. He had caused so much trouble in his life that the last thing he wanted was for him to be mentioned. Dumbledore seemed to understand.
"Very well Harry. What do you want to know?"
Harry was bursting with questions, but there was one thing he needed to understand before he could continue. "Where did they go?"
"Nowhere Harry. They will remain in you always, Harry. For someone we loved is never really gone, as long as we remember them. They may be gone in essence, Harry, but in spirit... they will always be with you."
Harry was at a loss for words. Dumbledore seemed to sense that it would be better to come back, once Harry had digested what he had just heard, and began towards the door.
Harry stopped him. "One more thing... Why couldn't I say goodbye to Ron?"
"Ah... Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Harry watched Dumbledore's cloak swish around the corner. What had he meant 'Ask him for yourself'? Harry found out, because just then Ron entered the Hospital Wing.
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You like? Eh? Eh? Eh?
Mr. Blue Button can be very mean if enticed!
Warning: I said 'may be'!!!
Disclaimer: AngieBob: I, AngieBob, Ruler of this world, Own this storyline and Rupert Grint!
Bob: Yeah, And I'm from the Planet Ping-Pong!
AngieBob: Really? I thought you came from the Plant 'I have no life!'
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Dead? Ron? It couldn't be! NO! He would get his memories back and prove to Dumbledore that he was wrong and that any minute; Ron could walk through Dumbledore's office door.
Harry was amazed at how shaky his voice sounded. "I want my memories back" There was no feeling in his voice whatsoever. No pain, No sorrow, No anger... This sounded familiar. But where had he heard it before?
"Harry. I have no right to keep them from you any longer, but I must ask you to think about this carefully. Are you sure that you want them back right now?" Dumbledore looked at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
Harry didn't stop to think. "Yes" he replied in a monotonous voice.
Dumbledore got up from his desk and walked over to Harry. He pointed his wand at Harry and muttered "Memorius Rentrer" and a blue light engulfed Harry. But he did not feel warm, as he had expected, but cold. Cold as ice. His memories all came flooding. The small silver snake in Hermione's hand, Voldemort, Ron... He had died. Dumbledore was right. Sometimes Harry wished that Dumbledore could be wrong about something. But this time, after replaying Ron's death in his mind, he felt uncontrollable emotions. Pain, Sorrow, Anger, Guilt... Harry felt like he was empty. A big black empty hole, devoid of anything that could bring him happiness. But this was worse than the dementors kiss, because Harry wasn't losing his mind. He would have to live with the pain for the rest of his life. There was no escaping it. Like he was sinking into a hole and the opening above him was slowly closing up.
Then came Harry's revelation. He had defeated Voldemort. The world had been shaken to its foundations, and then... He had seen them. His parents. How he could feel so much sorrow, he didn't know. He had never known them, yet every time he thought of his mother's fiery eyes or his father's messy, jet- black hair, his heart gave a funny jolt. He had never seen them, talked to them, hugged them...not when they were alive anyway.
Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He ran throughout the door and the corridors, not knowing where he was going, or where he would end up, all he knew, was that he had to get away, leave it all behind.
Amazingly, he had run into the Gryffindor common room. He was supposed to be in the Hospital wing, but he couldn't go back.
He finally collapsed into his bed and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Harry awoke to whispers. It was Seamus and Dean.
"Does he know?" Came Seamus' slightly raised voice.
"I don't know... But we'd better not wake him. He's been through a lot." Replied Dean, in a hushed whisper, As though Harry was a vicious guard dog.
"You know, if you were trying not to wake me, you're doing a pathetic job!" Harry knew he shouldn't have shouted, but how dare they talk about him behind his back!
Harry saw Seamus give Dean a scared look as they hurried the staircase.
Harry lay there peacefully in the sunlight, just enjoying the quiet. But then he remembered. He shivered and drew his sheets under his chin. How could he forget! Although, he wished he could forget. He didn't want the memories. They haunted him, day and night. There were brief seconds in his life that Harry could remember being truly happy, but then that annoying nagging voice at the back of his head would remind him the he had no parents, he had no god-father, his fate was most likely death... All the things that Harry, in moments of true bliss, would have much rathered not hear. But unlike most nagging voices, this one had seemed to engulf him. He couldn't think of anything good in his life. He could only relive the horrible events of that night that had changed history.
Changed History. For most people, the party was still going. Voldemort had been defeated. Good had won. Yes, for them it was all-good. Little did they care if Harry was suffering! No! It seemed that now Harry's work was done, they had forgotten about him.
Harry buried his face in his pillow, trying to block out the sunlight. It didn't belong here! Not when Harry was here. Sunlight didn't fit when all Harry knew anymore was darkness. Why me? What did I do to deserve all this? Punishment? Punishment for what though?
I wish I could go to sleep. No more Pain, anger, sorrow, guilt, confusion... Yes. I wish I could go to sleep. Forever.
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Harry looked up. A blurry face slowly came into focus. It was Dumbledore, humming merrily. It stung. He didn't know how it could, but anything happy seemed to hurt.
"Ah, you're awake" Said Dumbledore, stopping his humming and giving Harry a fatherly smile. Harry couldn't stand it, and turned to look out the window. He must've slept through the night, as the grass was dewy and the morning rays made Harry squint.
"Harry" Dumbledore's voice didn't sound as pleased as it had. "We need to talk. I need to explain things to you in full. You need to understand."
"I don't want to understand! I don't want to know anything else! Why can't people just leave me alone? Always whispering! I just want everything to leave me alone, and let me die..." Harry broke off, realising that if he kept going, he would end up crying, and that was the last thing he wanted.
"Harry, whether you want to or not, you need to understand." Dumbledore's voice was stern but patient. But there was something else in his voice as well. Weariness.
"I want to know about my parents" Harry interjected. He didn't want to hear about Voldemort anymore. He had caused so much trouble in his life that the last thing he wanted was for him to be mentioned. Dumbledore seemed to understand.
"Very well Harry. What do you want to know?"
Harry was bursting with questions, but there was one thing he needed to understand before he could continue. "Where did they go?"
"Nowhere Harry. They will remain in you always, Harry. For someone we loved is never really gone, as long as we remember them. They may be gone in essence, Harry, but in spirit... they will always be with you."
Harry was at a loss for words. Dumbledore seemed to sense that it would be better to come back, once Harry had digested what he had just heard, and began towards the door.
Harry stopped him. "One more thing... Why couldn't I say goodbye to Ron?"
"Ah... Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Harry watched Dumbledore's cloak swish around the corner. What had he meant 'Ask him for yourself'? Harry found out, because just then Ron entered the Hospital Wing.
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You like? Eh? Eh? Eh?
Mr. Blue Button can be very mean if enticed!