Coming Silence

Ch: 19

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A white blinding light shot straight up to the sky, fueled by Harry's anger. Harry could feel the power pouring straight out of his body. It swirled around him like a tornado then poured out around him in circles.

Where the light touched, everything died. Draco stood above his father's body. There was no life left in the older Malfoy and Draco felt nothing. No grief, no guilt-nothing. He tilted his head as a light whistling sound came from behind him. He turned as the coming silence of a storm raged around him. One moment he frowned in confusion and the next, he was thrown to the ground by a powerful light.

Sirius was kneeling next to a fallen Remus Lupin. The werewolf wasn't dead yet, but hovered on the edge of the abyss. Neither man felt the approach of the storm as they, like many others, were flattened by the light.

Where the light touched, everything seemed to turn brown, then die. The flowers wilted, the trees hardened, and the dirt itself seemed to loose it's life. No one was safe form this storm. Draco felt his heart stop as the light tore into his body and gasped for a breath that would not come. 'No, I don't want to die, not yet!' was the last thing Draco thought before everything went black.

Holding Remus tightly to his chest, his daggers long forgotten, Sirius smiled and let the light have its way. He put up no protest as he felt himself slip away from his body. As long as he had his love, he would die a happy man.

Harry noticed none of this as he cradled Severus's body close to his chest. Tears fell from his eyes but he paid no notice to this. "You can't leave me, Sev, please don't. I don't want to be alone. I love you. Only you. Please, don't leave me! Don't go where I can't follow!"

As he spoke, a golden mist surrounded his body. Warmth seemed to spread from him and shaped itself into two arms. "Harry, love, you will never be alone," whispered the Severus shaped mist. "I love you."

Harry tensed and felt a small kiss planted on his neck. He could feel the man he loved all around him, wrapping him up and keeping him safe. Tears continued to flow down his cheeks but as each crystal drop fell to the earth, more golden mist permeated the air.

"I won't let you go, you know," muttered Harry.

The mist spread out in circles away from the two men. Where the golden mist touched, life sprang forth. A soft breeze spread the mist farther and farther away.

As it touched the fallen body of Draco, it swirled around him, then through him to the earth below. As it left, Draco felt a rough jerk and slammed back into his body. The blond took a deep breath and started coughing. "Damn!"

His gray eyes scanned the horizon. The mist sank into each and every body lying on the field and as it did, some started moving.

Draco recognized those who had already died before the light had hit them never moved. But those that had been injured sat up-alive and completely healed. Only, as those that had previously fallen started to stumble around in confusion, Draco noted that none of the death eaters rose. Not one. They lay where that had fallen as dead as they had always been.

"Sirius?" whispered Remus as he slowly opened his eyes. The warm body on top of him slowly moved. Remus found himself staring into a pair of shocked blue eyes. "Are you ok?"

"R-Remus? You're alive? Goddess, save me, your alive!"

Sirius crushed his lips against Remus's, smothering the other man. "Goddess, I thought I had lost you."

"Sirius, what happened? I felt myself slip away. And I saw the road, rise in front of me."

Sirius frowned. "I know, so did I." Sirius pulled Remus to his feet. "I think we- no, I know we died Remus. But I don't know why we are here. But I think we should find Harry. And fast."

"I think your right."

The two men gingerly picked their way through dead bodies and downed debris. The last time they saw Harry had been by the lake. So, they headed towards the shimmering body of water.

What they saw at the edge of the lake made both men freeze. Harry- their loving Harry- lay collapsed on the dead body of Severus Snape.

"Harry," whispered Sirius. He moved to comfort his godson but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"Don't," said Roltac. The demon stared at his king with compassion in his eyes. "Stay here."

Sirius rounded on the demon with anger in his eyes. "How dare you tell me to stay away from my godson! He needs me."

"Harry does not recognize friend from foe. He's allowed his grief to overcome his mind. He will kill you without a second thought."

"Sirius, stay," said Remus. He stared at the demon with oddly bright yellow eyes. "Harry won't recognize us but he will recognize this demon. Let him go."

Sirius's mouth dropped to the ground but he allowed the demon to approach his godson.

"Don't harm him, Roltac."

The demon nodded and slowly approach his king.

"Harry," whispered Roltac. The cat-demon never twitched. "Harry, listen to me. Your Mate is not dead. Do you hear me? HE IS NOT dead."

Harry clutched Severus's body closer to his chest but stopped his crying. Taking that as a good sign, Roltac stepped closer.

"He's still alive. As long as you remain alive, so will he."

"No, Roltac. H-he's dead."

Roltac tilted his head to the side. "Can you feel him? Is he no longer a part of you?"

Harry shrugged. He felt- well, he wasn't quite sure what he felt but he knew Severus was no longer in his heart.

"He's not there, Roltac. I know it."

"He's still there, Harry," said Roltac with a small smile. "All you have to do is concentrate. Close your eyes. Hurry, Harry, he might not have a lot of time left."

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Can you feel it?" rumbled Roltac. "A rope binding you and Severus together. Can you feel it?"

Harry frowned. He felt something-there! He could see a bright silver rope in his mind, coming from his heart and stretching out into the darkness, away from him.

"I can see it," whispered Harry.

"Alright, now, I want you to follow it."

Harry nodded. In his mind, he grasped the rope and slowly started to pull himself forward.

The farther he pulled himself along the rope, the darker everything it seemed to get. The vague light that was once there was slowly starting to disappear. Soon Harry was walking in darkness.

It was strange. Harry could feel himself slumped on a hard ground but at the same time, could feel himself wandering a dark corridor. And with every step he took, the less of the ground he could feel. Soon, all he knew was the dark corridor.

He didn't know how long he walked. It couldn't have been long but it felt like forever. A little light started to brighten the dark hall and Harry could feel the rope underneath his hand slowly start to change texture from the silky smooth glide to a slowly frayed rope.

Harry frowned as the rope lost its luster. It was no longer the bright silver it had started out as but was now a dark gray. He wondered on why it would be like that when he ran right into a door.

"Son of a bitch!" muttered Harry as he rubbed his head. "Where in the world did you come from?"

The door seemed like any ordinary door that could be found at Hogwarts except for two things: one) it had a sign exclaiming 'Waiting Room' and two) the graying rope went right through it.

Harry took a deep breath and opened the door.

AN: Sorry this took so long and is sort of choppy. I'm not really happy with it, myself, but I do like the ending. Everything will be explained shortly, I promise. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope to be back soon!

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