Authors note: Ok now we get into the real story. I don't know how long it will be but there is going to be a prequel to this. Actually that was the first one that I started wrighting
Disclaimer: nope don't own anything. Thought I kind of wish I owned Brandon Lee. Man he's hot. Chapter one: The Angel of Darkness.
It had happened, the one thing everyone feared the most. Harry Potter The- Boy-Who-Lived was dead. Killed not by the dark lord that so wanted to do it himself. But by his right hand man or should we say right hand woman. Bellatrix Lestrange had done the impossible, she had managed to get into The Gryffindor Dormitories in the dead of night and murder young Harry Potter where he lay asleep.
It was now the one-year anniversary of the day that Harry Potter was placed into the earth. It would have been his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Many students had over come the boy's death. But some still felt the hurt that they had when they discovered their friend dead in their dormitory a year ago.
Ron sat on his bed in the boy dormitory. His eyes were red and puffy as he looked at what once was his best friends bed. A year had passed since he had discovered Harry lying motionless in his bed, but he still remembered it as if it was yesterday.
Flashback
A Thunderclap shook the Gryffindor tower, waking most of the sleeping students.
"What the hell?" Ron shouted throwing back the curtains around his bed. His eyes still heavy with sleep he groggily looked out one of the many dorm windows. It was impossible to look out side as the rain brought visibility down to zero.
"God dang storms, why can't the professors cast some spell that will mute the noise so we can actually get some sleep." Ron muttered angrily.
"Oh shut it Ron, you know if there was one they would have cast it a long time ago."
Said a sleepy Dean. Looking around Ron noticed that everyone was awake. Well all except Harry. Harry lay flat on his stomach.
"Hey Harry don't act like your still asleep I know that would have woken you up to."
Ron said chucking a pillow at Harry's prone figure. Harry didn't move when the pillow hit him square on the head. "Harry?" Ron slid off the side of his bed and crept over to Harry's bedside. "Hey come on mate, I know your not that heavy a sleeper." Ron said jumping on to the bed. Still Harry did not move.
"Hey come on Harry stop playing around." Ron could feel panic start to over take him as he gently shook Harry and received no response. His breath coming in sharp gasps, Ron pulled the blankets from Harry and grabbed his friends arm. He let go as if he had been burned.
"Ron what's wrong?" Seamus said. Panic clearly in his voice.
Ron shook his head, his brown eyes large and frightened. "He's freezing. HARRY!" Ron grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and turned him around.
"No...it can't be...no..." Harry laid there, his skin the color of fresh snow, his chest lay unmoving and eyes were closed as if he was merely sleeping.
"Oh my god...." Dean took off from the room; his red flannel pants the only thing that was visible as he rounded the corner at record speed. Neville had dissolved into tears as he looked at his friend's lifeless body.
"HARRY!!!!!"
End Flashback
Ron whipped tears from his cheeks. That night Dean had run to get Professor McGonagall, but it was to late. Dumbledore announced that morning that Harry Potter had been murdered in his sleep. No one in the hall, not even the Slytherins said anything as Dumbledore performed the Funeral for Harry.
Sighing Ron stood and came to kneel in front of Harry's trunk. It was requested by the Gryffindor house that Harry's things be left, as they were that night. There was no way that Dumbledore could refuse the request. He only ask that in honor of Harry that he have his broom, invisibility cloak, The Marauders Map, and His Quidditch robes, all of which now sat in a separate display case in the trophy room. There in that case were several awards that had been awarded to him by the school and the ministry.
"Harry why did you have to go. We need you more now then ever, Gryffindor needs you, we need you... I will never forgive my self for your death; I should have woken up when they entered the room. But I didn't, gods I'm sorry Harry, I should have saved you." Burring his head in his hands Ron aloud himself to cry for the first time since Harry had been put into the ground.
"CAW!"
Ron's head shot up as a large black bird flew over his head and came to rest on Harry's bed side table.
"What the hell. How did you bloody get in here...HEY SCATT. GET OFF OF THERE." Ron said swatting at the bird. The bird simply cocked its head and flew up onto the dresser out of Ron's wish.
"Bloody bird a nuisance and probly stupid too."
"Actually their quiet intelligent." Ron froze. He knew that voice.
"Harry?" turning Ron was met by an empty dormitory. "You bloody prat, he's dead...." Ron trailed off, that was the first time he had ever said out loud that his bed friend was dead.
"Well your right on both counts there." Came the voice. Ron Whirled around and came face to face with Harry.
"WHOLEY SHIT!!!" Ron jumped back so fast that he tripped over his trunk and fell back wards onto his ass.
"I see you're still clumsy." Harry said sitting down on his bed.
Sputtering Ron quickly got up and pointed his wand at the person who looked like Harry.
"Who are you? Why are you impersonating Harry? What's with all the fucked up makeup? Why's that bird in here?"
"Geeze do you ever shut up?" Harry said. Ron instantly shut up, thought his wand was still trained on the man.
"Ron, put the wand away. I really don't think you want repeat of second year. I really don't think flitch would appreciate you burping up slugs in the Gryffindor tower."
Steadying himself Ron gabbed his wand into the man's throat.
"ANSWER ME, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
The imposter Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Ron you bloody prat it's me Harry."
"Liar."
"Fine ask me something only Harry and you know." Harry said.
Ron still kept his wand trained on the mans throat.
"Fine, what house was the sorting hat going to put you in?" just last year Harry had finally told his two friends what the sorting hat had told him all those years ago.
Harry made a discussed face. "Stupid thing wanted to put me in Slytherin."
Ron instantly dropped his wand. "oh gods, Harry." Harry was thrown to the bed as Ron tackled him.
"Hey mate, I'm sorry for scaring you.... are you crying?" Ron lifted his head, tears running freely down his face.
"Oh where's Colin when I need him." Ron gave a chocked sob slash laugh before burring his head in Harry's shoulder. For what seemed like hours Harry sat there allowing Ron to cry into his shoulder. Finally Ron's sobs subsided and he pulled away, he crossed over and sat on his bed.
Ron looked over Harry's new look. Harry still looked as he did years ago; his face was painted white with black lips and eyes. Strips ran down from his for head down each eye and clear down to his mouth. One more started at each corner of his mouth and ran all the way to just bellow the two others. His scar was just viable under the makeup and his soaked hair. He wore a tight ¾ length sleeve black shirt, tight black pants and boots.
"Your probly wondering how I came back from the dead aren't you?" Harry said smiling slightly.
Ron could only nod. There was a lump in his throat that made it impossible to talk.
"Do you remember during the summer between fifth and sixth year? How we found Professor Snape's grave, how it was nothing but a crater in the ground." When he saw Ron nod he continued.
"Professor Snape was indeed dead, he died January 25, 1978 a year before we were born. But because he and his family were murdered in cold blood, there was a great sadness that was carried away with his soul. Because of this sadness the crow, which leads the souls to the underworld brought him back in order to right what was wrong. There was only one way to do that. He had to kill all the auro's that were there that killed him and his family. It took him 18 years but after he killed Umbridge during the Halloween ball last year he was finally able to return to his family. The same thing is happening to me."
Harry laughed at the look on Ron's face.
"Fly's Ron, fly's." Ron snapped his jaw shut.
"so that means that you really are dead."
Harry nodded, a look of extreme sadness covering his face. "Once I have killed Bellatrix, Wormtail, and Voldemort I will move on. I'm sorry Ron."
Ron nodded though he couldn't help the empty feeling that filled him. He had lost his best friend once, only to regain him and lose him again.
"Well at least I now get to say good bye this time." Ron said trying to make a joke, but it came out in a tear-chocked voice. Harry looked down.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for several minutes. Harry looked around the room from his spot on the bed.
"Where is my Invisibility cloak, and my broom?" Harry asked spying his open trunk.
"Dumbledore took them, along with the marauders map and your Quidditch robes. He made a memorial in the trophy room for the students. It has your things along with an order of Merlin 1st class from the ministry and some school awards. He made it to help the students over come their grief. You had a lot of friends here, Harry. Very few people have gotten over your death even this long afterwards."
A single tear fell onto the carpeted flagstone floor. "Harry?"
Loud voices could be heard coming up the dorm steps. Ron turned to watch as Neville, Dean, and Seamus came into the dorm.
"Hey Harry look who...." Ron said turning back to Harry, only he was gone.
"What..." Ron stood up and looked around the room. It was deserted, except for his dorm mates. That was when he noticed that the window next to Harry's bed was open. A strong breeze whipped the curtains and blew the rain into the room.
"Hay Ron, what's wrong."
Ron shook his head. "Nothing, just a crow."
Disclaimer: nope don't own anything. Thought I kind of wish I owned Brandon Lee. Man he's hot. Chapter one: The Angel of Darkness.
It had happened, the one thing everyone feared the most. Harry Potter The- Boy-Who-Lived was dead. Killed not by the dark lord that so wanted to do it himself. But by his right hand man or should we say right hand woman. Bellatrix Lestrange had done the impossible, she had managed to get into The Gryffindor Dormitories in the dead of night and murder young Harry Potter where he lay asleep.
It was now the one-year anniversary of the day that Harry Potter was placed into the earth. It would have been his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Many students had over come the boy's death. But some still felt the hurt that they had when they discovered their friend dead in their dormitory a year ago.
Ron sat on his bed in the boy dormitory. His eyes were red and puffy as he looked at what once was his best friends bed. A year had passed since he had discovered Harry lying motionless in his bed, but he still remembered it as if it was yesterday.
Flashback
A Thunderclap shook the Gryffindor tower, waking most of the sleeping students.
"What the hell?" Ron shouted throwing back the curtains around his bed. His eyes still heavy with sleep he groggily looked out one of the many dorm windows. It was impossible to look out side as the rain brought visibility down to zero.
"God dang storms, why can't the professors cast some spell that will mute the noise so we can actually get some sleep." Ron muttered angrily.
"Oh shut it Ron, you know if there was one they would have cast it a long time ago."
Said a sleepy Dean. Looking around Ron noticed that everyone was awake. Well all except Harry. Harry lay flat on his stomach.
"Hey Harry don't act like your still asleep I know that would have woken you up to."
Ron said chucking a pillow at Harry's prone figure. Harry didn't move when the pillow hit him square on the head. "Harry?" Ron slid off the side of his bed and crept over to Harry's bedside. "Hey come on mate, I know your not that heavy a sleeper." Ron said jumping on to the bed. Still Harry did not move.
"Hey come on Harry stop playing around." Ron could feel panic start to over take him as he gently shook Harry and received no response. His breath coming in sharp gasps, Ron pulled the blankets from Harry and grabbed his friends arm. He let go as if he had been burned.
"Ron what's wrong?" Seamus said. Panic clearly in his voice.
Ron shook his head, his brown eyes large and frightened. "He's freezing. HARRY!" Ron grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder and turned him around.
"No...it can't be...no..." Harry laid there, his skin the color of fresh snow, his chest lay unmoving and eyes were closed as if he was merely sleeping.
"Oh my god...." Dean took off from the room; his red flannel pants the only thing that was visible as he rounded the corner at record speed. Neville had dissolved into tears as he looked at his friend's lifeless body.
"HARRY!!!!!"
End Flashback
Ron whipped tears from his cheeks. That night Dean had run to get Professor McGonagall, but it was to late. Dumbledore announced that morning that Harry Potter had been murdered in his sleep. No one in the hall, not even the Slytherins said anything as Dumbledore performed the Funeral for Harry.
Sighing Ron stood and came to kneel in front of Harry's trunk. It was requested by the Gryffindor house that Harry's things be left, as they were that night. There was no way that Dumbledore could refuse the request. He only ask that in honor of Harry that he have his broom, invisibility cloak, The Marauders Map, and His Quidditch robes, all of which now sat in a separate display case in the trophy room. There in that case were several awards that had been awarded to him by the school and the ministry.
"Harry why did you have to go. We need you more now then ever, Gryffindor needs you, we need you... I will never forgive my self for your death; I should have woken up when they entered the room. But I didn't, gods I'm sorry Harry, I should have saved you." Burring his head in his hands Ron aloud himself to cry for the first time since Harry had been put into the ground.
"CAW!"
Ron's head shot up as a large black bird flew over his head and came to rest on Harry's bed side table.
"What the hell. How did you bloody get in here...HEY SCATT. GET OFF OF THERE." Ron said swatting at the bird. The bird simply cocked its head and flew up onto the dresser out of Ron's wish.
"Bloody bird a nuisance and probly stupid too."
"Actually their quiet intelligent." Ron froze. He knew that voice.
"Harry?" turning Ron was met by an empty dormitory. "You bloody prat, he's dead...." Ron trailed off, that was the first time he had ever said out loud that his bed friend was dead.
"Well your right on both counts there." Came the voice. Ron Whirled around and came face to face with Harry.
"WHOLEY SHIT!!!" Ron jumped back so fast that he tripped over his trunk and fell back wards onto his ass.
"I see you're still clumsy." Harry said sitting down on his bed.
Sputtering Ron quickly got up and pointed his wand at the person who looked like Harry.
"Who are you? Why are you impersonating Harry? What's with all the fucked up makeup? Why's that bird in here?"
"Geeze do you ever shut up?" Harry said. Ron instantly shut up, thought his wand was still trained on the man.
"Ron, put the wand away. I really don't think you want repeat of second year. I really don't think flitch would appreciate you burping up slugs in the Gryffindor tower."
Steadying himself Ron gabbed his wand into the man's throat.
"ANSWER ME, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
The imposter Harry narrowed his eyes.
"Ron you bloody prat it's me Harry."
"Liar."
"Fine ask me something only Harry and you know." Harry said.
Ron still kept his wand trained on the mans throat.
"Fine, what house was the sorting hat going to put you in?" just last year Harry had finally told his two friends what the sorting hat had told him all those years ago.
Harry made a discussed face. "Stupid thing wanted to put me in Slytherin."
Ron instantly dropped his wand. "oh gods, Harry." Harry was thrown to the bed as Ron tackled him.
"Hey mate, I'm sorry for scaring you.... are you crying?" Ron lifted his head, tears running freely down his face.
"Oh where's Colin when I need him." Ron gave a chocked sob slash laugh before burring his head in Harry's shoulder. For what seemed like hours Harry sat there allowing Ron to cry into his shoulder. Finally Ron's sobs subsided and he pulled away, he crossed over and sat on his bed.
Ron looked over Harry's new look. Harry still looked as he did years ago; his face was painted white with black lips and eyes. Strips ran down from his for head down each eye and clear down to his mouth. One more started at each corner of his mouth and ran all the way to just bellow the two others. His scar was just viable under the makeup and his soaked hair. He wore a tight ¾ length sleeve black shirt, tight black pants and boots.
"Your probly wondering how I came back from the dead aren't you?" Harry said smiling slightly.
Ron could only nod. There was a lump in his throat that made it impossible to talk.
"Do you remember during the summer between fifth and sixth year? How we found Professor Snape's grave, how it was nothing but a crater in the ground." When he saw Ron nod he continued.
"Professor Snape was indeed dead, he died January 25, 1978 a year before we were born. But because he and his family were murdered in cold blood, there was a great sadness that was carried away with his soul. Because of this sadness the crow, which leads the souls to the underworld brought him back in order to right what was wrong. There was only one way to do that. He had to kill all the auro's that were there that killed him and his family. It took him 18 years but after he killed Umbridge during the Halloween ball last year he was finally able to return to his family. The same thing is happening to me."
Harry laughed at the look on Ron's face.
"Fly's Ron, fly's." Ron snapped his jaw shut.
"so that means that you really are dead."
Harry nodded, a look of extreme sadness covering his face. "Once I have killed Bellatrix, Wormtail, and Voldemort I will move on. I'm sorry Ron."
Ron nodded though he couldn't help the empty feeling that filled him. He had lost his best friend once, only to regain him and lose him again.
"Well at least I now get to say good bye this time." Ron said trying to make a joke, but it came out in a tear-chocked voice. Harry looked down.
"Yeah."
They sat in silence for several minutes. Harry looked around the room from his spot on the bed.
"Where is my Invisibility cloak, and my broom?" Harry asked spying his open trunk.
"Dumbledore took them, along with the marauders map and your Quidditch robes. He made a memorial in the trophy room for the students. It has your things along with an order of Merlin 1st class from the ministry and some school awards. He made it to help the students over come their grief. You had a lot of friends here, Harry. Very few people have gotten over your death even this long afterwards."
A single tear fell onto the carpeted flagstone floor. "Harry?"
Loud voices could be heard coming up the dorm steps. Ron turned to watch as Neville, Dean, and Seamus came into the dorm.
"Hey Harry look who...." Ron said turning back to Harry, only he was gone.
"What..." Ron stood up and looked around the room. It was deserted, except for his dorm mates. That was when he noticed that the window next to Harry's bed was open. A strong breeze whipped the curtains and blew the rain into the room.
"Hay Ron, what's wrong."
Ron shook his head. "Nothing, just a crow."