*~Chapter 10~*
"Potter, The dark lord is waiting, lets go." Lucius gave Harry a nudge towards the door. Harry took a puff of his cigarette, and pushed the doors open. There was the dark lord in all his magnificent glory.
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*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
The dark lord was something so terrible, that in his own way, he was magnificent. With black floor-length robes that look to be made out of a smooth material `maybe silk or satin?' he was sitting on a throne. Not a chair, a throne. `Gee, this guy must think highly of himself' I thought as I approached him.
"Hey Tommy! Long time no see!" I said after a long drag from my cigarette.
"Harry Potter, what an unexpected yet pleasant surprise! I would have expected you to come unconscious but I see I was mistaken!" Voldemort's a dumb ass, don't even get me started on him. The door opened and a death eater in full uniform walked in.
"What!" The Dark Lord said as he glared a piercing red glare at the death eater.
"The muggle..." A man, by the looks of him, 36 years old had his wrists tied behind his back. He was gagged too.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the muggle and yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The man fell forward. "Was that so hard?!" He glared once more at the death eater. "Crucio" The death eater fell to his knees in pain but Voldemort took the curse off quicker than usual. "Now leave and don't enter until I call you." The death eater nodded and practically ran out of the room, dragging the dead muggle with him.
"Tommy, you've lost your touch! The killing curse on everyone? On Cedric, my parents, and countless others? Even I can think of more creative ways to kill them. For example, my dad could have had the Impervius curse put on him and been ordered to kill my mom, and then himself. They seem happier dead anyway. Cedric could have at least been tortured a little first or maybe been given to Nangini as a late night snack."
"Potter, you dare criticize me?" And he laughs! The stupid ass laughs! "Oh Potter! Baby Potter, you have a lot to learn, and you've come to the right place to learn." I heard the under lying offer.
Taking a drag, "What makes you think I'll accept your offer?"
"Power Potter, power."
Summoning a chair, "Hmmm, I guess I'll sit and think a while about it. What exactly are you offering me?"
"A place in my inner circle and the chance to be my right hand man!"
"Wait a sec, what make you think I'll accept a position below you? Why not...beside you?"
"Very well. Joint power and a place at my side. A co-commander you could say."
"Let me give it some thought and I'll get back to you on it." Damn I thought as I threw my cigarette butt to the ground. Fucking bastard makes me sound like a child! What would Niles say if he saw this?
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"Hey Harry!" Niles, a 6'5, 17 year old, black hair, blue eyed Puerto Rican guy yelled out when he saw Harry enter the park.
"Niles! Your out early...meeting someone no doubt?" Niles was a drug dealer, like all of Harry's new crowd.
"You know it! Its all in a days work."
"How much you making now a days anyway?"
"Depends on who I meet up with. There's this kid blonde hair, grey eyes, what's his name? Dra-something. Drance...Drain...Dragon..."
`Oh shit, don't tell me...' "His name wouldn't be Draco, by any chance, would it?"
"That's it! Draco! How'd ya know Harry?"
"He goes to school with me, that's how."
"Oh...Anyway, as I said before, how much I make depends on who I meet up with during the day. Now, if I meet up with someone like Draco, that's a good day! I charge him $100 for a goody bag."
"This has what in it exactly?"
"It's a customized bag. Has a little weed, some meth, you know, the works. The kid buys 5 bags off me, so that's $500 right there."
"$500 straight up? He's fucking rich any way, should've figured." A guy who looked to be about 19 walked into the park, and since it was 6AM, it could only mean one thing...
"Business time Harry" Niles said as he pulled out a paper bag and sat down on a bench, Harry right next to him. The guy approached.
"You got it?"
"Right here," shows the bag. "Give me the money, and I'll give you the goods." The guy, for the first time, glanced at Harry.
"Baby-sitting?" said the guy as pulled out his money, chuckling.
"Bitch, do I fucking look like I need a damn baby-sitter?!" Harry said, standing up and scowling.
"Looks like baby needs a nap!" The guy said to Niles. Before Harry could do anything, Niles stood up.
"Man, leave him alone...You know what? Just cause you made me mad, you can pay double."
"Stupid kid" was heard as the guy pulled out double the bills he had last time. The guy handed Niles the money, Niles counted it, and gave him the bag. The guy took one last glance at the 2 of them before he walked away.
"Fucking bastard..." muttered Harry as he turned to look at Niles.
"Hey Harry, I've been meanin' to ask ya..."
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I chuckled, remembering that little incident. It wasn't the fist time that it happened either. There were other times where it got pretty gruesome.
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"You got the shit for me?" Five guys approached. All looked to be about 16.
"Depends if you got my money" looking up, the surprise was obvious on their faces.
"Oh hell no! I'm not gettin' my shit from a kid!"
"Lets see you get your shit from someone else today. So if you don't got a better idea, I suggest shuttin that mouth of yours and just handin me the money."
"Well, since there are five of us, and only one little you, I don't think we'll be payin you kid." And with that, two of the five proceeded to grab a struggling Harry and pin him to the ground. What all of them, Harry included, didn't know was that they were being watched by about 20 people, ages ranging from 13 to 21. They were the new friends of Harry.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Harry was kicking and bucking, trying to get out of their grips.
"We'll take that." One guy grabbed Harrys bag. "And we have a gift for you too! Not to leave you empty handed...if you can even feel your hands after this!" All five laughed. The two holding Harry down turned him onto his back, so he was facing them. All the while, the 20 of Harrys friends moved forward, through trees, bushes, playgrounds, all depending on where they were, towards Harry. The two who were just standing walked up to Harry and started to beat the living shit out of him. The 20 made their presence know.
"Hey!" One of Harrys closest friends, Terrence, stepped forward, his girlfriend Chelsea, another close friend of Harrys, at his side.
"Let him go bitch!" Chelsea motioned to the five guys and Harry.
"Or you'll what?" The only one out of the five guys who wasn't doing anything, stepped forward.
"This bitch!" Eric, Terrences best friend, stepped forward, a gun in his hand. The four of the five guys with Harry, let him go and stepped away. Harry was in bad shape, his right eye swollen shut, his nose bloody, his mouth had blood leaking through the closed lips, and there were bruises forming on Harrys cheeks. His body wasn't in any better shape, yet the extent of his injuries were unknown, because his clothes were covering his body. All in all, Harry looked terrible, yet he managed to stand and stagger over to where Chelsea and Terrence were. He stopped in front of Chelsea, looked up at her, smiled, and then fell forward, blacking out. Before he fell unconcious, Harry heard Eric yell, "You'll pay for that shit!" and heard gunshots.
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I remember waking up at Chelseas place, wondering what I was doing there and why I was so sore. I took the time to look around the room I was sitting in, apparently Voldemorts meeting room. The Dark Lord was sitting in a circular room, a chandelier hanging over the circular table he was at. The curtains were black, creating the darkness in the room. The table itself was silver with black marble trim. There were comfy looking black chairs all around, and each chair had a pillow. The room itself had a dark aurora, which pleased me greatly. There was silver everywhere.
"Ever consider locking a werewolf in here?" The dark lord laughed a laugh which in itself wasn't terrifying like everyone says.
"Mr. Potter, your decision, if you please." No going back, who would want to? No hesitation either...
"I accept."
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"Remus!" Dumbledore had been standing in the crowd, but when he saw Remus hit that Auror, and then pull his arm back to hit him again, he had to act.
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I watched Dumbledore walk over to Remus and grab his balled up fist. I wonder what made Remus snap anyway."Remus, you know that violence doesn't solve anything."
"I know, but all these lies..."
"In time, Remus, in time." Dumbledore walks away leaving Remus with a pensive look on his face. In time? In time? What does that mean!
"Get up Black!" Stupid Auror. Too bad Remus didn't finish him off. "Get up!"
"I'm standing! I'm standing!"
"Now, as I was saying before this...this...this mongrel atteacked me, you have been arrested for the deaths of 13 innocent muggles, the murder of James and Lily Potter, and for being a Death Eater and I have a warrent for your arrest." He pulls out a piece of paper and waves in front of all of us. In big bold letters is says:
WARRENT FOR ARREST
Damn it! I though he was just bluffing when he said that. I have an idea... "Minister, isn't this press conference suppose to be about Harry? This can obviously wait till later."
"I guess for once your right Black. Aurors, stand guard next to Black. I don't trust him to be watched by just one this time. Genaro, Plaitanjos, Geminia, Tonks, and Shaklebot watch black. Make sure that he doesn't escape!"
"Don't worry Minister, Black won't escape." Kingsley Shacklebot said in his deep voice.
"Yeah Minister!" Changing her hair from a Deep violet to a bubble gum pink, "Black won't escape!" The Minister looked at her, his look full of uncertainty and disgust. My cousin is wearing a stylish outfit I would have chosen out my self, a pair of baggy black pants with a silver dragon on the right leg, a tanktop with a silver dragon on the front, long dangly earrings with a dragon fang hanging from each, and black sunglasses.
"Do watch him closely Tonks, and stop that!!!" My cousin had just changed her hair and eyes to an onyx black color. Apparently it makes Fudge mad, maybe I should try that! "As I said before, Harry Potter left four letters. Will the receptions whose names I will call again please come forward. Remus Lupin" There was a glow on the letter Fudge was currently holding, "and apparently Sirius Black. Tonks, Shacklebot, bring him up. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Albus Dumbledore."
I felt Kingsley lightly tug on the magical handcuffs, signaling that it was time to stand. I stood and walked towards the platform. As I climbed the stairs, I looked in the direction of Hogwarts. Odd, there are never clouds that dark near Hogwarts...must be the weather I guess. Anyway, I walked onto the platform and Fudge handed Albus a letter. He then handed Ron and Hermione a letter, and finally walked over to us, and handed Remus and I a letter. I wonder why hes holding onto one...
"Harry also wrote a letter addressed to everyone. I will ask that you read your letters aloud, if you want. If you prefer to read them silently, then do so." I looked at Remus, and he looked back at me. `Should we read out letter out loud' we both asked each other. It seems that Ron and Hermione are faced with the same issue. Albus walked towards the mic, placed on the middle of the platform.
"I shall read my letter aloud.
`Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Its all my fault. Everything is. You know it is. I know it is. Lets stop denying all of it for a second. Cedrics death is MY fault." Mrs. Diggory started to cry, Mr. Diggory holding her close. "Not Voldemort's fault, but mine! If it weren't for me insisting that he take the cup with me, he would still be alive. Everything has been my fault. Always. So much death in the world, done by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, that sometimes people forget. Harry Potter. If he had died, there would be less death. Voldemort kills now, because of his anger towards Harry. If Harry would die, Voldemort would have less anger and kill less. I know its true Professor. Everyone does. And, I will ask for you to please, when planing my funeral, make it a small funeral, not too many people. Just close friends. Thank you for everything Professor, I will never forget you, and I will watch over you.
Harry Potter'"
Dumbledore had tears falling down his cheeks. `How can a child think all the evil in the world is his fault' he thought. By the end of the letter, everyone was in tears. Even Fudge had his polka-dotted handkerchief out. Ron, whose arm was around Hermiones waist, moved towards the mic, with verytearful Hermione. "We - Hermione and I - have decided to also read our letter aloud." Hermione opened the letter and read,
"Ron and Hermione -
Please don't cry when you hear what happened to me, what I did." Hermiones tears fell faster. "I wouldn't want to cause my friends more pain then they deserve. We've been through so much, and I don't know where I would be if I hadn't met you two. Hermione, back in first year, I hope you forgive me for ever making fun of you, and ignoring you." Hermione hugged ron and sobbed into his shoulder. Ron took the letter from her hand, and continued reading.
"Ron, in the beginning of the year, I hope you forgive me for making you mad and sad. I wish I could take back what I said, but I can't cause that's how life works. I will always watch over you two, and remember to take care of each other. And don't try to come after me, till its your time, okay? I wouldn't want to cause the death of someone close to me. I'll be with you always
Harry Potter"
Ron, sobbing silently, lead Hermione away from the mic, embraced her and friends cried together. Many were crying even harder now. No one seemed to have dry eyes, except for...Lucius Malfoy?! What's he doing here?!
Remus taps my arm, and asks, "Should we, Padfoot?"
"Only if you want, Moony."
"I'm not sure if I want to find out what`s written in this letter, but, ok..." Remus turned and speaks with Kingsley and Tonks. He came back, grabbed my arm lightly, and we headed towards the mic together. Remus speaks,
"We have also decided to read our letter.
`Dear Sirius and Remus,
I know that my decision today will cause the two of you more pain, but it is something I must do. The reasoning behind it is simple. I don't deserve to live. I killed Cedric by telling him to take the cup with me, condemning him to death. And no matter how many times you two tell me its not my fault, the reality is, it is my fault for everything. All the deaths by of Voldemort's wand, all the deaths by the Death Eaters wands. And I've found a way to stop all the deaths! What if the reasoning behind the deaths dies? That's why I'm supposed to be dead. The solution to everyones problems is so simple! Just kill off Harry Potter, and Then we'll all live!." Remus' voice cracked with grief from all the emotion put into this letter. He, feeling he couldn't continue, passed me the letter.
"I'm gonna save everyone time by killing myself. Sirius, please don't cry, I know you wanted a better godson than me. I'm not worth your tears. Thank you for everything. Remus, please take care of Sirius. I know that he'll end up being more of a wreck than you after my death, and I would very much appreciate it. Also, please don't cry. I'm the failure, not you two. Goodbye, and always remember, I will be with you always.
Harry Potter'"
Remus stired me to the side of the stage. Why did this have to happen? Why did Harry do this? WHY?! Everyone was now openly sobbing, not being able to believe that someone so young could write all of these letters. Fudge stepped towards the mic. "Thank you for reading your letters aloud. I know it must have been hard. I myself will read the last one, addressed to the whole Wizarding community." Fudge opened the letter, and "It says, I'm sorry..."
**BOOM**
Everyone turned to the left, the Dark Mark in the Sky, smoke covering the view. When the smoke cleared up, there was Harry, smiling, with his ciggarette in hand, dressed in full length black robes. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, and standing next to him...was Voldemort.
AN:
I typed the chapter sooner than I thought. Hoped you liked, and please review.
"Potter, The dark lord is waiting, lets go." Lucius gave Harry a nudge towards the door. Harry took a puff of his cigarette, and pushed the doors open. There was the dark lord in all his magnificent glory.
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*~*~*~*~Harry's POV~*~*~*~*
The dark lord was something so terrible, that in his own way, he was magnificent. With black floor-length robes that look to be made out of a smooth material `maybe silk or satin?' he was sitting on a throne. Not a chair, a throne. `Gee, this guy must think highly of himself' I thought as I approached him.
"Hey Tommy! Long time no see!" I said after a long drag from my cigarette.
"Harry Potter, what an unexpected yet pleasant surprise! I would have expected you to come unconscious but I see I was mistaken!" Voldemort's a dumb ass, don't even get me started on him. The door opened and a death eater in full uniform walked in.
"What!" The Dark Lord said as he glared a piercing red glare at the death eater.
"The muggle..." A man, by the looks of him, 36 years old had his wrists tied behind his back. He was gagged too.
Voldemort pointed his wand at the muggle and yelled "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The man fell forward. "Was that so hard?!" He glared once more at the death eater. "Crucio" The death eater fell to his knees in pain but Voldemort took the curse off quicker than usual. "Now leave and don't enter until I call you." The death eater nodded and practically ran out of the room, dragging the dead muggle with him.
"Tommy, you've lost your touch! The killing curse on everyone? On Cedric, my parents, and countless others? Even I can think of more creative ways to kill them. For example, my dad could have had the Impervius curse put on him and been ordered to kill my mom, and then himself. They seem happier dead anyway. Cedric could have at least been tortured a little first or maybe been given to Nangini as a late night snack."
"Potter, you dare criticize me?" And he laughs! The stupid ass laughs! "Oh Potter! Baby Potter, you have a lot to learn, and you've come to the right place to learn." I heard the under lying offer.
Taking a drag, "What makes you think I'll accept your offer?"
"Power Potter, power."
Summoning a chair, "Hmmm, I guess I'll sit and think a while about it. What exactly are you offering me?"
"A place in my inner circle and the chance to be my right hand man!"
"Wait a sec, what make you think I'll accept a position below you? Why not...beside you?"
"Very well. Joint power and a place at my side. A co-commander you could say."
"Let me give it some thought and I'll get back to you on it." Damn I thought as I threw my cigarette butt to the ground. Fucking bastard makes me sound like a child! What would Niles say if he saw this?
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"Hey Harry!" Niles, a 6'5, 17 year old, black hair, blue eyed Puerto Rican guy yelled out when he saw Harry enter the park.
"Niles! Your out early...meeting someone no doubt?" Niles was a drug dealer, like all of Harry's new crowd.
"You know it! Its all in a days work."
"How much you making now a days anyway?"
"Depends on who I meet up with. There's this kid blonde hair, grey eyes, what's his name? Dra-something. Drance...Drain...Dragon..."
`Oh shit, don't tell me...' "His name wouldn't be Draco, by any chance, would it?"
"That's it! Draco! How'd ya know Harry?"
"He goes to school with me, that's how."
"Oh...Anyway, as I said before, how much I make depends on who I meet up with during the day. Now, if I meet up with someone like Draco, that's a good day! I charge him $100 for a goody bag."
"This has what in it exactly?"
"It's a customized bag. Has a little weed, some meth, you know, the works. The kid buys 5 bags off me, so that's $500 right there."
"$500 straight up? He's fucking rich any way, should've figured." A guy who looked to be about 19 walked into the park, and since it was 6AM, it could only mean one thing...
"Business time Harry" Niles said as he pulled out a paper bag and sat down on a bench, Harry right next to him. The guy approached.
"You got it?"
"Right here," shows the bag. "Give me the money, and I'll give you the goods." The guy, for the first time, glanced at Harry.
"Baby-sitting?" said the guy as pulled out his money, chuckling.
"Bitch, do I fucking look like I need a damn baby-sitter?!" Harry said, standing up and scowling.
"Looks like baby needs a nap!" The guy said to Niles. Before Harry could do anything, Niles stood up.
"Man, leave him alone...You know what? Just cause you made me mad, you can pay double."
"Stupid kid" was heard as the guy pulled out double the bills he had last time. The guy handed Niles the money, Niles counted it, and gave him the bag. The guy took one last glance at the 2 of them before he walked away.
"Fucking bastard..." muttered Harry as he turned to look at Niles.
"Hey Harry, I've been meanin' to ask ya..."
*~*~*~*~*~END FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*
I chuckled, remembering that little incident. It wasn't the fist time that it happened either. There were other times where it got pretty gruesome.
*~*~*~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*
"You got the shit for me?" Five guys approached. All looked to be about 16.
"Depends if you got my money" looking up, the surprise was obvious on their faces.
"Oh hell no! I'm not gettin' my shit from a kid!"
"Lets see you get your shit from someone else today. So if you don't got a better idea, I suggest shuttin that mouth of yours and just handin me the money."
"Well, since there are five of us, and only one little you, I don't think we'll be payin you kid." And with that, two of the five proceeded to grab a struggling Harry and pin him to the ground. What all of them, Harry included, didn't know was that they were being watched by about 20 people, ages ranging from 13 to 21. They were the new friends of Harry.
"Get your fucking hands off of me!" Harry was kicking and bucking, trying to get out of their grips.
"We'll take that." One guy grabbed Harrys bag. "And we have a gift for you too! Not to leave you empty handed...if you can even feel your hands after this!" All five laughed. The two holding Harry down turned him onto his back, so he was facing them. All the while, the 20 of Harrys friends moved forward, through trees, bushes, playgrounds, all depending on where they were, towards Harry. The two who were just standing walked up to Harry and started to beat the living shit out of him. The 20 made their presence know.
"Hey!" One of Harrys closest friends, Terrence, stepped forward, his girlfriend Chelsea, another close friend of Harrys, at his side.
"Let him go bitch!" Chelsea motioned to the five guys and Harry.
"Or you'll what?" The only one out of the five guys who wasn't doing anything, stepped forward.
"This bitch!" Eric, Terrences best friend, stepped forward, a gun in his hand. The four of the five guys with Harry, let him go and stepped away. Harry was in bad shape, his right eye swollen shut, his nose bloody, his mouth had blood leaking through the closed lips, and there were bruises forming on Harrys cheeks. His body wasn't in any better shape, yet the extent of his injuries were unknown, because his clothes were covering his body. All in all, Harry looked terrible, yet he managed to stand and stagger over to where Chelsea and Terrence were. He stopped in front of Chelsea, looked up at her, smiled, and then fell forward, blacking out. Before he fell unconcious, Harry heard Eric yell, "You'll pay for that shit!" and heard gunshots.
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I remember waking up at Chelseas place, wondering what I was doing there and why I was so sore. I took the time to look around the room I was sitting in, apparently Voldemorts meeting room. The Dark Lord was sitting in a circular room, a chandelier hanging over the circular table he was at. The curtains were black, creating the darkness in the room. The table itself was silver with black marble trim. There were comfy looking black chairs all around, and each chair had a pillow. The room itself had a dark aurora, which pleased me greatly. There was silver everywhere.
"Ever consider locking a werewolf in here?" The dark lord laughed a laugh which in itself wasn't terrifying like everyone says.
"Mr. Potter, your decision, if you please." No going back, who would want to? No hesitation either...
"I accept."
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"Remus!" Dumbledore had been standing in the crowd, but when he saw Remus hit that Auror, and then pull his arm back to hit him again, he had to act.
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I watched Dumbledore walk over to Remus and grab his balled up fist. I wonder what made Remus snap anyway."Remus, you know that violence doesn't solve anything."
"I know, but all these lies..."
"In time, Remus, in time." Dumbledore walks away leaving Remus with a pensive look on his face. In time? In time? What does that mean!
"Get up Black!" Stupid Auror. Too bad Remus didn't finish him off. "Get up!"
"I'm standing! I'm standing!"
"Now, as I was saying before this...this...this mongrel atteacked me, you have been arrested for the deaths of 13 innocent muggles, the murder of James and Lily Potter, and for being a Death Eater and I have a warrent for your arrest." He pulls out a piece of paper and waves in front of all of us. In big bold letters is says:
WARRENT FOR ARREST
Damn it! I though he was just bluffing when he said that. I have an idea... "Minister, isn't this press conference suppose to be about Harry? This can obviously wait till later."
"I guess for once your right Black. Aurors, stand guard next to Black. I don't trust him to be watched by just one this time. Genaro, Plaitanjos, Geminia, Tonks, and Shaklebot watch black. Make sure that he doesn't escape!"
"Don't worry Minister, Black won't escape." Kingsley Shacklebot said in his deep voice.
"Yeah Minister!" Changing her hair from a Deep violet to a bubble gum pink, "Black won't escape!" The Minister looked at her, his look full of uncertainty and disgust. My cousin is wearing a stylish outfit I would have chosen out my self, a pair of baggy black pants with a silver dragon on the right leg, a tanktop with a silver dragon on the front, long dangly earrings with a dragon fang hanging from each, and black sunglasses.
"Do watch him closely Tonks, and stop that!!!" My cousin had just changed her hair and eyes to an onyx black color. Apparently it makes Fudge mad, maybe I should try that! "As I said before, Harry Potter left four letters. Will the receptions whose names I will call again please come forward. Remus Lupin" There was a glow on the letter Fudge was currently holding, "and apparently Sirius Black. Tonks, Shacklebot, bring him up. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Albus Dumbledore."
I felt Kingsley lightly tug on the magical handcuffs, signaling that it was time to stand. I stood and walked towards the platform. As I climbed the stairs, I looked in the direction of Hogwarts. Odd, there are never clouds that dark near Hogwarts...must be the weather I guess. Anyway, I walked onto the platform and Fudge handed Albus a letter. He then handed Ron and Hermione a letter, and finally walked over to us, and handed Remus and I a letter. I wonder why hes holding onto one...
"Harry also wrote a letter addressed to everyone. I will ask that you read your letters aloud, if you want. If you prefer to read them silently, then do so." I looked at Remus, and he looked back at me. `Should we read out letter out loud' we both asked each other. It seems that Ron and Hermione are faced with the same issue. Albus walked towards the mic, placed on the middle of the platform.
"I shall read my letter aloud.
`Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Its all my fault. Everything is. You know it is. I know it is. Lets stop denying all of it for a second. Cedrics death is MY fault." Mrs. Diggory started to cry, Mr. Diggory holding her close. "Not Voldemort's fault, but mine! If it weren't for me insisting that he take the cup with me, he would still be alive. Everything has been my fault. Always. So much death in the world, done by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, that sometimes people forget. Harry Potter. If he had died, there would be less death. Voldemort kills now, because of his anger towards Harry. If Harry would die, Voldemort would have less anger and kill less. I know its true Professor. Everyone does. And, I will ask for you to please, when planing my funeral, make it a small funeral, not too many people. Just close friends. Thank you for everything Professor, I will never forget you, and I will watch over you.
Harry Potter'"
Dumbledore had tears falling down his cheeks. `How can a child think all the evil in the world is his fault' he thought. By the end of the letter, everyone was in tears. Even Fudge had his polka-dotted handkerchief out. Ron, whose arm was around Hermiones waist, moved towards the mic, with verytearful Hermione. "We - Hermione and I - have decided to also read our letter aloud." Hermione opened the letter and read,
"Ron and Hermione -
Please don't cry when you hear what happened to me, what I did." Hermiones tears fell faster. "I wouldn't want to cause my friends more pain then they deserve. We've been through so much, and I don't know where I would be if I hadn't met you two. Hermione, back in first year, I hope you forgive me for ever making fun of you, and ignoring you." Hermione hugged ron and sobbed into his shoulder. Ron took the letter from her hand, and continued reading.
"Ron, in the beginning of the year, I hope you forgive me for making you mad and sad. I wish I could take back what I said, but I can't cause that's how life works. I will always watch over you two, and remember to take care of each other. And don't try to come after me, till its your time, okay? I wouldn't want to cause the death of someone close to me. I'll be with you always
Harry Potter"
Ron, sobbing silently, lead Hermione away from the mic, embraced her and friends cried together. Many were crying even harder now. No one seemed to have dry eyes, except for...Lucius Malfoy?! What's he doing here?!
Remus taps my arm, and asks, "Should we, Padfoot?"
"Only if you want, Moony."
"I'm not sure if I want to find out what`s written in this letter, but, ok..." Remus turned and speaks with Kingsley and Tonks. He came back, grabbed my arm lightly, and we headed towards the mic together. Remus speaks,
"We have also decided to read our letter.
`Dear Sirius and Remus,
I know that my decision today will cause the two of you more pain, but it is something I must do. The reasoning behind it is simple. I don't deserve to live. I killed Cedric by telling him to take the cup with me, condemning him to death. And no matter how many times you two tell me its not my fault, the reality is, it is my fault for everything. All the deaths by of Voldemort's wand, all the deaths by the Death Eaters wands. And I've found a way to stop all the deaths! What if the reasoning behind the deaths dies? That's why I'm supposed to be dead. The solution to everyones problems is so simple! Just kill off Harry Potter, and Then we'll all live!." Remus' voice cracked with grief from all the emotion put into this letter. He, feeling he couldn't continue, passed me the letter.
"I'm gonna save everyone time by killing myself. Sirius, please don't cry, I know you wanted a better godson than me. I'm not worth your tears. Thank you for everything. Remus, please take care of Sirius. I know that he'll end up being more of a wreck than you after my death, and I would very much appreciate it. Also, please don't cry. I'm the failure, not you two. Goodbye, and always remember, I will be with you always.
Harry Potter'"
Remus stired me to the side of the stage. Why did this have to happen? Why did Harry do this? WHY?! Everyone was now openly sobbing, not being able to believe that someone so young could write all of these letters. Fudge stepped towards the mic. "Thank you for reading your letters aloud. I know it must have been hard. I myself will read the last one, addressed to the whole Wizarding community." Fudge opened the letter, and "It says, I'm sorry..."
**BOOM**
Everyone turned to the left, the Dark Mark in the Sky, smoke covering the view. When the smoke cleared up, there was Harry, smiling, with his ciggarette in hand, dressed in full length black robes. He was surrounded by Death Eaters, and standing next to him...was Voldemort.
AN:
I typed the chapter sooner than I thought. Hoped you liked, and please review.