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Harry grabbed Dumbeldore on the wrist and whispered " I'm dying aren't I??? I want you to know before I go"- Dumbeldore looked on in horror as blood leaked out of Harry's mouth, Harry gasping for breath, managing to gasp out the remainder on his sentence "I love you". Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drew in his last breath.
CHAPTER THREE
Albus Dumbeldore looked down at the last hope the magical world had had, he had had. There was no denying it, Harry Potter, The boy who lived, was dead. Everything was silent, it was as though time had stopped-no-one moved, no-one spoke.
Disbelief, Horror and Grief hung heavy in the air. The silence was broken when Dumbeldore pulled the body of Harry Potter into his arms, thus releasing the sobs of grief that came from his very soul. Shock now hung heavy in the air.
Arthur Weasley broke apart from the crowd, running forward and dropping beside Dumbeldore on the floor. Arthur Weasley grabbed Harry's wrist desperately checking for a non-existent pulse.
Arthur, blinded by tears, ran quickly from the room. No-one made a move to go after him, no-one did anything except stare disbelievingly at Dumbeldore and the body that was clutched in his arms.
After what seemed like hours, Arthur returned, but not alone. The Weasley Family and Hermione arrived through the door behind him. They were crying. Hermione and Ron took one look at the scene before them and pulled out there wands, performed and combined a spell together which sent Dumbeldore flying through the air , landing hard on the wall at the back of the hospital wing.
Ron ran Over to Harry's body and pulled it towards the back wall, where Dumbeldore was. Hermione, in the meantime, was performing some sort of powerful shielding spells, thus making it impossible for anyone to get to herself, Ron, Dumbeldore or Harry..
After Hermione completed the shields, Ron gently laid down Harry's body and walked over to where Hermione was standing, both turning towards the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione, both ignoring the hexes and curses rebounding off the shields as well as the tears streaming down their faces, walked over to Dumbeldore and started kicking and punching him, magic forgotten.
Ron stopped attacking Dumbeldore and looked around him. He looked at the grief and horror etched into the fades of all in the room. He numbly walked over to Harry's body, his rage at Dumbeldore weakening, grief taking over.
Hermione, however, was still screaming and assaulting Dumbeldore, grief and rage evident in her every action, pure hatred radiated from her.
Ron knew Dumbledore could have blown himself and Hermione away in a second, but he wasn't even trying to defend himself. Ron knew Harry wouldn't have wanted this, he knew that he would have treated the situation differently. He would for now, suck up his anger, rage, grief and hatred of Dumbeldore, he would do it for Harry.
Ron jumped up and pulled Hermione off Dumbeldore and dragged her back to Harry's Body. Hermione refused to look at Harry. She, instead, yelled at Dumbeldore that it was his fault Harry died and that if he had loved Harry he would have saved him and not sent him back to the Dursley's.
Hermione broke down and started muttering incoherently. After a few minutes, a hush fell over the crowd, and it started to part. In the middle of the part in the crowd, stood Remus Lupin.
He was staring disbelievingly at what he saw, which was a Grief stricken Ron and Hermione, clutching the body of his godson, and a broken and bloody Dumbeldore in the corner.
Hermione looked up and saw him standing there. She waved her wand and removed the barriers and Remus numbly rushed forward. Saying nothing, he pulled Ron and Hermione into his embrace and cried with them.
The people that knew Harry best dropped to the floor and hugged Hermione, Ron and Remus, comforting and sharing their grief.
Dumbeldore lay with his back against the wall, watching a room full of people mourn the young man that had lost so much. After no less then a minute had passed, Hermione let out a shrill scream, followed closely by Ron and Remus.
Everyone jumped up and ran backwards in panic, at which Dumbeldore then raised his wand which emitted a series of loud bangs. Everyone turned in his direction but he ignored them, looking to the middle of the room. His heart soared at what he saw.
Harry's body had disappeared and Dumbeldore's eyes glittered in understanding. How could he have forgotten??? But why so long??? Had something gone wrong???
Questions and possible explanations swirled around in the Headmasters brain as the Hospital Wing's door flew open. Dumbeldore swung around.....
A/N: I know I'm evil, but I couldn't resist a cliffy!!!!!
Harry grabbed Dumbeldore on the wrist and whispered " I'm dying aren't I??? I want you to know before I go"- Dumbeldore looked on in horror as blood leaked out of Harry's mouth, Harry gasping for breath, managing to gasp out the remainder on his sentence "I love you". Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drew in his last breath.
CHAPTER THREE
Albus Dumbeldore looked down at the last hope the magical world had had, he had had. There was no denying it, Harry Potter, The boy who lived, was dead. Everything was silent, it was as though time had stopped-no-one moved, no-one spoke.
Disbelief, Horror and Grief hung heavy in the air. The silence was broken when Dumbeldore pulled the body of Harry Potter into his arms, thus releasing the sobs of grief that came from his very soul. Shock now hung heavy in the air.
Arthur Weasley broke apart from the crowd, running forward and dropping beside Dumbeldore on the floor. Arthur Weasley grabbed Harry's wrist desperately checking for a non-existent pulse.
Arthur, blinded by tears, ran quickly from the room. No-one made a move to go after him, no-one did anything except stare disbelievingly at Dumbeldore and the body that was clutched in his arms.
After what seemed like hours, Arthur returned, but not alone. The Weasley Family and Hermione arrived through the door behind him. They were crying. Hermione and Ron took one look at the scene before them and pulled out there wands, performed and combined a spell together which sent Dumbeldore flying through the air , landing hard on the wall at the back of the hospital wing.
Ron ran Over to Harry's body and pulled it towards the back wall, where Dumbeldore was. Hermione, in the meantime, was performing some sort of powerful shielding spells, thus making it impossible for anyone to get to herself, Ron, Dumbeldore or Harry..
After Hermione completed the shields, Ron gently laid down Harry's body and walked over to where Hermione was standing, both turning towards the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione, both ignoring the hexes and curses rebounding off the shields as well as the tears streaming down their faces, walked over to Dumbeldore and started kicking and punching him, magic forgotten.
Ron stopped attacking Dumbeldore and looked around him. He looked at the grief and horror etched into the fades of all in the room. He numbly walked over to Harry's body, his rage at Dumbeldore weakening, grief taking over.
Hermione, however, was still screaming and assaulting Dumbeldore, grief and rage evident in her every action, pure hatred radiated from her.
Ron knew Dumbledore could have blown himself and Hermione away in a second, but he wasn't even trying to defend himself. Ron knew Harry wouldn't have wanted this, he knew that he would have treated the situation differently. He would for now, suck up his anger, rage, grief and hatred of Dumbeldore, he would do it for Harry.
Ron jumped up and pulled Hermione off Dumbeldore and dragged her back to Harry's Body. Hermione refused to look at Harry. She, instead, yelled at Dumbeldore that it was his fault Harry died and that if he had loved Harry he would have saved him and not sent him back to the Dursley's.
Hermione broke down and started muttering incoherently. After a few minutes, a hush fell over the crowd, and it started to part. In the middle of the part in the crowd, stood Remus Lupin.
He was staring disbelievingly at what he saw, which was a Grief stricken Ron and Hermione, clutching the body of his godson, and a broken and bloody Dumbeldore in the corner.
Hermione looked up and saw him standing there. She waved her wand and removed the barriers and Remus numbly rushed forward. Saying nothing, he pulled Ron and Hermione into his embrace and cried with them.
The people that knew Harry best dropped to the floor and hugged Hermione, Ron and Remus, comforting and sharing their grief.
Dumbeldore lay with his back against the wall, watching a room full of people mourn the young man that had lost so much. After no less then a minute had passed, Hermione let out a shrill scream, followed closely by Ron and Remus.
Everyone jumped up and ran backwards in panic, at which Dumbeldore then raised his wand which emitted a series of loud bangs. Everyone turned in his direction but he ignored them, looking to the middle of the room. His heart soared at what he saw.
Harry's body had disappeared and Dumbeldore's eyes glittered in understanding. How could he have forgotten??? But why so long??? Had something gone wrong???
Questions and possible explanations swirled around in the Headmasters brain as the Hospital Wing's door flew open. Dumbeldore swung around.....
A/N: I know I'm evil, but I couldn't resist a cliffy!!!!!