Chapter 6, Is It Harry's End?

"Where have thee been!" Lady Malfoy glared down Juliet.

"At confession..." she trailed off.

"Oh, good girl then. At any rate thee wedding is this Wednessday. Thy Paris was so excited thee bumped it up to this Wednessday. Aren't thee happy?"

She had an expressionless face, for a moment she thought she was so shocked that her heart had stopped.

"Thee will not marry thy dog Paris!"

"WHAT! What did thee say!" Lord Malfoy walked into Juliet's room.

"Thee is not thy father. So thy cannot make I marry Paris."

"Thee evil winch! Thy will marry him or you will live on thy streets! Do not make thee raise me hand against you, girl! Fine, tell me thee answer when thee mind is made."

Lord Malfoy left the room in an angry fury, Lady Malfoy left as well.

Juliet changed into a pretty black dress that had a halter that tied around her neck, and her back was bare. Underneath this she wore a longsleeved black fishnet shirt. And black elbow length silk gloves. (The kind you wear with formal dresses if ya want.)

She exited her room and walked down the stairs to the door.

"I'm going to confession!"

And then she left, and came inside the cathedral and Paris was talking with Friar Lawrance. She walked up and stood before the two, Harry wasn't there. He was hiding in another room.

"Friar, I have come for confession." she announced.

"Then thee should get going. Before thee leaves take this, Juliet."

Paris came over to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek and then he left.

Her face turned red, with much anger and hatered. Then Harry came out from where he
was hiding. And joined Juliet and the Friar.

"Well kids, since what actions you take lie in your hands...you can do pretty much whatever the hell you want. But you can still
continue to base your actions from the play. If so, I have to make you a potion, Jess. And Harry, you will kill yourself. Then she sees you, can't live without you and stabs herself. Not a good ending, just thatnk god your not in one of Lockhart's gay books. So what will it be?" Sirus asked them.

"I'm definately not going to kill myself, but I'll go do as the play bids. I'll just pretend to die." Harry replied.

Jess looked at both of them hesitantly, "Um...well...cook me up a potion, Sirus."

He nodded, "Can do little missy. And Harry, go do whatever you want till her funeral. Or go by the play."

"I think I'll go back home and talk to my parents."

"Harry...don't die on me." she hugged him.

Harry smiled.

"For you I'll live for all eternity." he left.

Sirus went behind the counter and pulled out a bunch of glass containers and viles containing various plants and liquids, mixing them together in a heated cauldron.

"He's a good kid, Jess. You two'd make a good couple. Why aren't you with him?" Sirus winked at her.

She coughed, then scratched her head.

"It's a long story, really. When I was in the United States I didn't know what I was and I had a really great relation ship with a muggle. After a while he figured out what I was and broke up with me. I didn't understand, I thought he was being racist or something. Ever since then I had been crushed and depressed. We had the perfect relationship. After that day noone saw him again. So I've been waiting till I was ready for another relationship. I don't want to be hurt again. But, I'm almost ready. Plus I like messing with Harry, it's so cute how he acts."

"So intricate and complicated like each individual string that makes up a piece of cloth." he replied.

He arched a brow.

"What the hell did I just say? That sounded more like something Dumbledore would say. Oh well." he chuckled.

He stirred the concoction with a long wooden spoon.

"Why would Dumbledore not favor Harry? Why would he banish him like in the play?"

"Couldn't tell ya. I'm as puzzled as you are."

The potion simmered, it was done. He took a small glass bottle and poured some potion in it. Putting a cork in the top as he handed it to her.

She took it.

"Well, get home now and fake your death. The Malfoy's are such morons anyway..."

"Okay. Thanks alot Sirus."

Jess waved to Sirus then left.

"Uh, Mum...Dad...? You guys are playing along too? How can you...your...well...dead." he said sorrowfully.

Lord Potter put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"This book...is one of many of its kind. It's called a mind reaper. Once the owner, or person reading the book is done they get "sucked" into the story. Any memories of people, living or dead, lingering inside that person's mind gets "reaped" into the story. And largely on your mind always, is of course, us. It's nice to see you son, just have fun with the play. Alright? Me and your mum used to do this all the time. Mind reapers aren't legal after muggles got their hands on them. Most of 'em were destroyed, so they're quite rare to come by. The one we had was a family heirloom type thing, it was this same play. Perhaps this one is ours?"

Lady Potter gently pushed the lord away and hugged Harry, smothering him with kisses.

"Oh Harry, this is the only time we have together. So read this book all the time!"

"Lily! Stop smothering the poor boy."

"Sorry..." she moped

She let him go.

"Mum. Dad. You know that I'm going to die?" his face turned stern and fearful at the same time.

"Yes." they both said like it was no big deal.

"Aren't you worried? I don't want to die. Ron and Malfoy's stupid friend is dead."

"Honey," She touched his cheek with the back of her hand. "this isn't real. It's somewhat like a dream.It's real inside the book, that's it. Don't worry about Ron and that other boy. They are alive, after some one dies in a mind reaper they go back to the real world. Alive and well."

He felt much reassured and sighed with relief.

Lord Potter looked toward the door.

"I think someone's coming."

It was Colin Creevy (That little servent bastard...LOL), he came running in and stopped before Harry. He was catching his breath and panting hard, looking very worried and disturbed. Finally, he could breathe just about normal again.

"Harry! Harry! It's her! Bad news...funeral...Juliet...dead. Please...don't punish...me..."

Both of Harry's parents looked concerned.

Tears began to form in Harry's eyes.

"Why...why am I crying? I know she's not dead...yet I still cry."

"Harry, it's your character's emotions you feel. Romeo mourns over her fake death. You know what you must do. Wait for night fall." Lord Potter told him.

"Yes Father, I shall!"

"Be careful Harry, know that your father and I always love you no matter what."

"Bye Harry!"

Colin took off.