A/N I know, I know, predictable.
Dementorchic- thanks again for reviewing. I thought it would be rather fitting if Harry's only daughter was best friend's with a Malfoy. I hope they grow up and get married cause then Draco and Harry will have to spend holidays with each other.
Kitten530- Not usually a whole to lot to do, but last week I worked 30 hours instead of my usual 10. It was rough. And the plot line was lost on me for a while. There is only so much thinking one can do while sitting in a chair, staring at the ceiling, waiting for customers who are not coming. But anyway. I realized that I was being unfair and came back to add more. I don't know when more will come but it will. I swear it.
(Harry)
The world refused to focus and I realized I must have lost my glasses in the fall. Blurry outlines of brown and green surrounded me, some moving, others seeming to watch closely as I tried to get up. My body wouldn't obey and I simply laid on my stomach, breathing in dirt. Spitting weakly at the taste of it I tried to call for Ron. Surely he had seen me fall. My voice didn't work right either, barely a squeak escaped my lips. Perhaps if I could roll to my back I might back able to call for help. Gritting my teeth I managed to wiggle my fingers until one palm was against the ground. The pain was excruciating but I shoved hard and flipped over with a thud.
I felt something warm drip down my side, but couldn't see through the stars behind my eyelids. After they cleared I tried to see the wound in my side and found only a blood soaked area that was getting steadily larger. Somehow I needed to stop the bleeding, but my limbs were fighting me again. I gave up and leaned my head back to the earth.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I turned lazily to look at it. A man stood not far away, looking very out of place with his black robes and muggle jeans. Squinting I realized that I did not need my glasses to see him clearly.
"Hey Harry." He said and came closer.
I tried to speak but again only a tiny sound come out.
His face was familiar. I blinked and looked again realizing who it was I was talking to.
"Looks pretty bad." He commented as his eyes roamed over the amount of blood I had lost.
"You." I managed to gasp and winced at the pain.
"Talking is going to hurt, he hit you hard in the throat." The man knelt beside me.
"You're dead."
He chuckled, "Yeah."
"Am I?" It felt as though my throat were burning.
His black eyes gazed on at my wounds and he seemed reluctant to talk.
"Sirius, am I dead?" I asked and coughed, tasting blood.
"That's all in how you look at it." He answered.
Suddenly it wasn't my godfather kneeling beside me but Luna Longbottom. My brain couldn't seem to grasp what was going on.
"What?" I could barely hear myself speaking but she smiled brightly and placed a hand on my wound.
"Death is only what we make of it. It can be as long or as short as we choose." Her smile faded.
I vaguely remembered the last time I had seen her, laying in Neville's arms. There had been so much blood. When I found myself unable to answer, she looked at me kindly and gently touched my throat with her cold fingertips. The flames within me eased a little.
"Some wait, others move on, and a few choose to die before they live."
"Luna, am I dead?" I managed.
"No more dead than I."
I shut my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening, "I don't want to die."
"Open your eyes, then, son."
My father stared at me through his spectacles, a kind smirk on his lips. I realized just how much I looked like him. Our dark hair and thin build, long fingers and crooked smiles, only the eyes were different.
"Dad."
"You can't just close your eyes."
A sob rose in my throat, aching as it came, "Please, Dad, am I dead?"
"It's your decision to see or to remain blind."
"Can't you tell me what's going on?" I begged digging my fingers into the dirt.
"It's all about perception, Harry, dear." Intoned Molly Weasley from where my father had been moments before.
Tears burned behind my eyes, tears of frustration and fear. There had to be a logical explanation for all of it. It had to be some kind of spell, perhaps a curse. I was being forced to see all my dead loved ones until I went mad.
"Acknowledging the world around you is the first step to living." She continued, her voice kind but firm.
"You're all dead." The words should have made the apparition disappear, instead she smiled sadly.
"Yes, Harry, but we chose to live."
"What is happening to me? Please, please, tell me." The tears fell, mixed with the blood on my face and rolled down my cheeks.
"Sometimes we are forced to choose." The voice was soft.
I saw my mother kneeling beside me, her green eyes filled with worry. She was more lovely than any mirror or picture could show and I longed for her to hold me close. If she would just pull me into her arms everything would be alright.
"Mum. Please."
"Living can hurt, but pain is better than no feeling at all."
"Just tell me what you are talking about." The burning in my lungs and throat no longer mattered.
"You have to start living, you have to start seeing, you have to learn how to let go of the past, or you will die."
"I'm not dead." I mumbled quietly.
Gently she brushed her fingers across my blood stained cheek. A shiver went through me and I watched her slowly fade into mist.
"HARRY!" Someone yelled, but I had closed my eyes, when they opened my wife was leaning over me, her eyes shining with tears.
"Ginny." I croaked, finding speaking difficult again.
"Neville, he's alive." She called.
"Did you see…" I started but she hushed me and began inspecting the wound.
I weaved in and out of consciousness as they spoke above me, some of me thought they might be more apparitions to haunt me. But they were out of focus with the rest of the world, all my ghosts had been clear. She spoke of an attack and I tried to remember what had happened. Images swept through my mind, the hospital, the fires, my house in shambles. Then I heard her mention Draco and everything came to me.
I had seen Ron fall from a blow to the head, and the figure had stepped into the glow from my wand.
"I knew I couldn't trust you." I hissed angrily at him raising my wand in the air.
He was to close and knocked it out of my hand, but I caught him along side his face with a hard punch. Slowly we circled each other, his wand clenched tightly in his fist.
"Are you going to use that?" I growled and lunged for it, only to meet a strange sensation in my chest.
"Curses don't seem to work on you, Potter."
I stood in shock, leaning heavily onto him, warm blood pouring from my chest. Violently he pulled his wand from beneath my ribs and I wavered for a long moment. His hand shot out and struck my throat hard, my breath caught in my throat and I felt my eyes bulge from lack of air. The ground met me hard. Ron was calling my name, but I couldn't answer. Darkness had come quickly.
"Here, drink this." Ginny whispered.
Her fingers forced my mouth open and a cool liquid was poured into my mouth.
"You will sleep and heal. I'll wake you when it's time." She whispered in my ear.
I slowly drifted off, feeling her breath on my cheek.
Dementorchic- thanks again for reviewing. I thought it would be rather fitting if Harry's only daughter was best friend's with a Malfoy. I hope they grow up and get married cause then Draco and Harry will have to spend holidays with each other.
Kitten530- Not usually a whole to lot to do, but last week I worked 30 hours instead of my usual 10. It was rough. And the plot line was lost on me for a while. There is only so much thinking one can do while sitting in a chair, staring at the ceiling, waiting for customers who are not coming. But anyway. I realized that I was being unfair and came back to add more. I don't know when more will come but it will. I swear it.
(Harry)
The world refused to focus and I realized I must have lost my glasses in the fall. Blurry outlines of brown and green surrounded me, some moving, others seeming to watch closely as I tried to get up. My body wouldn't obey and I simply laid on my stomach, breathing in dirt. Spitting weakly at the taste of it I tried to call for Ron. Surely he had seen me fall. My voice didn't work right either, barely a squeak escaped my lips. Perhaps if I could roll to my back I might back able to call for help. Gritting my teeth I managed to wiggle my fingers until one palm was against the ground. The pain was excruciating but I shoved hard and flipped over with a thud.
I felt something warm drip down my side, but couldn't see through the stars behind my eyelids. After they cleared I tried to see the wound in my side and found only a blood soaked area that was getting steadily larger. Somehow I needed to stop the bleeding, but my limbs were fighting me again. I gave up and leaned my head back to the earth.
Something moved in the corner of my eye and I turned lazily to look at it. A man stood not far away, looking very out of place with his black robes and muggle jeans. Squinting I realized that I did not need my glasses to see him clearly.
"Hey Harry." He said and came closer.
I tried to speak but again only a tiny sound come out.
His face was familiar. I blinked and looked again realizing who it was I was talking to.
"Looks pretty bad." He commented as his eyes roamed over the amount of blood I had lost.
"You." I managed to gasp and winced at the pain.
"Talking is going to hurt, he hit you hard in the throat." The man knelt beside me.
"You're dead."
He chuckled, "Yeah."
"Am I?" It felt as though my throat were burning.
His black eyes gazed on at my wounds and he seemed reluctant to talk.
"Sirius, am I dead?" I asked and coughed, tasting blood.
"That's all in how you look at it." He answered.
Suddenly it wasn't my godfather kneeling beside me but Luna Longbottom. My brain couldn't seem to grasp what was going on.
"What?" I could barely hear myself speaking but she smiled brightly and placed a hand on my wound.
"Death is only what we make of it. It can be as long or as short as we choose." Her smile faded.
I vaguely remembered the last time I had seen her, laying in Neville's arms. There had been so much blood. When I found myself unable to answer, she looked at me kindly and gently touched my throat with her cold fingertips. The flames within me eased a little.
"Some wait, others move on, and a few choose to die before they live."
"Luna, am I dead?" I managed.
"No more dead than I."
I shut my eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening, "I don't want to die."
"Open your eyes, then, son."
My father stared at me through his spectacles, a kind smirk on his lips. I realized just how much I looked like him. Our dark hair and thin build, long fingers and crooked smiles, only the eyes were different.
"Dad."
"You can't just close your eyes."
A sob rose in my throat, aching as it came, "Please, Dad, am I dead?"
"It's your decision to see or to remain blind."
"Can't you tell me what's going on?" I begged digging my fingers into the dirt.
"It's all about perception, Harry, dear." Intoned Molly Weasley from where my father had been moments before.
Tears burned behind my eyes, tears of frustration and fear. There had to be a logical explanation for all of it. It had to be some kind of spell, perhaps a curse. I was being forced to see all my dead loved ones until I went mad.
"Acknowledging the world around you is the first step to living." She continued, her voice kind but firm.
"You're all dead." The words should have made the apparition disappear, instead she smiled sadly.
"Yes, Harry, but we chose to live."
"What is happening to me? Please, please, tell me." The tears fell, mixed with the blood on my face and rolled down my cheeks.
"Sometimes we are forced to choose." The voice was soft.
I saw my mother kneeling beside me, her green eyes filled with worry. She was more lovely than any mirror or picture could show and I longed for her to hold me close. If she would just pull me into her arms everything would be alright.
"Mum. Please."
"Living can hurt, but pain is better than no feeling at all."
"Just tell me what you are talking about." The burning in my lungs and throat no longer mattered.
"You have to start living, you have to start seeing, you have to learn how to let go of the past, or you will die."
"I'm not dead." I mumbled quietly.
Gently she brushed her fingers across my blood stained cheek. A shiver went through me and I watched her slowly fade into mist.
"HARRY!" Someone yelled, but I had closed my eyes, when they opened my wife was leaning over me, her eyes shining with tears.
"Ginny." I croaked, finding speaking difficult again.
"Neville, he's alive." She called.
"Did you see…" I started but she hushed me and began inspecting the wound.
I weaved in and out of consciousness as they spoke above me, some of me thought they might be more apparitions to haunt me. But they were out of focus with the rest of the world, all my ghosts had been clear. She spoke of an attack and I tried to remember what had happened. Images swept through my mind, the hospital, the fires, my house in shambles. Then I heard her mention Draco and everything came to me.
I had seen Ron fall from a blow to the head, and the figure had stepped into the glow from my wand.
"I knew I couldn't trust you." I hissed angrily at him raising my wand in the air.
He was to close and knocked it out of my hand, but I caught him along side his face with a hard punch. Slowly we circled each other, his wand clenched tightly in his fist.
"Are you going to use that?" I growled and lunged for it, only to meet a strange sensation in my chest.
"Curses don't seem to work on you, Potter."
I stood in shock, leaning heavily onto him, warm blood pouring from my chest. Violently he pulled his wand from beneath my ribs and I wavered for a long moment. His hand shot out and struck my throat hard, my breath caught in my throat and I felt my eyes bulge from lack of air. The ground met me hard. Ron was calling my name, but I couldn't answer. Darkness had come quickly.
"Here, drink this." Ginny whispered.
Her fingers forced my mouth open and a cool liquid was poured into my mouth.
"You will sleep and heal. I'll wake you when it's time." She whispered in my ear.
I slowly drifted off, feeling her breath on my cheek.