"Harry..." Said a woman's voice, as Harry struggled to open his eyes.
He then felt a hand on the side of his face, it was wet... Wet with something that was dripping on his face.
Harry slowly forced his tired eyes open, and the sight that greeted him was a young woman of about 17, who had short, brown hair, and bright, blue eyes. She was the one who was looking down at him, and she was also the one who was crying on him.
She smiled and said, "Today, I died.... Thus, rendering my world cursed with unspeakable evils to inhabit it... I was the seal that protected the good in my world, and now, because of my weakness, my world will suffer."
Harry stared at her for a few minutes, the only information that was getting throught to his tired brain was that this girl was sad.
Her smile had faltered as she spoke, and more tears had pooled in her eyes. The hand on his face was still there, still stroking his face. He then noticed that blood was mingling with it, his blood, but he knew that he had not felt any pain.
"Harry..." She started, then she stopped when she herself noticed the blood. She smiled down at him again, then said in a solemn tone, "I'm sorry Harry. Sorry to have to limit your choices. Yes, you are bleeding, bleeding to a death that my power has caused."
She stopped for a second, when she saw Harry's green eyes widen.
She smiled again, trying to comfort him, "You cannot feel you body anymore, can you?" She asked, then nodded her head when his eyes widened even more.
"No of course you cannot. The injuries you've sustained were very great. Harry, the reason I am here is to give you this choice." She whispered, as she removed her hand from Harry's cheek and rested it against her chest. She wore a long, blood red dress, that had a cloak in the same color. She had a petite figure, and on her brown hair rested an ornament, black head dress.
"This outfit was what I died in.... and the choice is yours. Harry, to live in this realm of unconsciousness for the rest of your days, or to take on my role. Your world, wizard and non-wizard, will both benefit from this. If I am to say how, or when, then I would have to know everything about your world, but I do not... The only thing I can tell you is that you shall not be the same young boy of 16 that you were before. You will be the Seal that binds you to the world in which I resided, and also to the world in which you have lived your life. No direct contact can be made, and you will feel almost as if you have been detached from your own life.... The more I tell, the more you shall despair, so please, even without much information, please make your choice. My powers wane, so please, help us!"
Harry listened to her with a sense of dread. He knew that at this very moment he could not speak, he could breath, see, and hear, but the feelings in his mind and the memories were all nonexistent. He didn't know what to choose....
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Two days had passed since Sirius and Harry had been at the local Quiditch pitch, having fun flying. Remus and Sirius had quickly taken Harry to St. Mungo's to get treatment, and the results had been bleak. The doctor had informed Sirius of Harry's condition, and Mr. Black had not taken it well...
"What do you mean?! A coma! He can't be in a coma, it can't be that bad." Sirius yelled, as he stared down at the doctor with angry, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's the truth. Mr. Potter is in a very deep coma, it could be years before he wakes up... But, there is a potion that we could give him... that could-"
"That could what!?" Sirius yelled.
The doctor sighed, "A potion that could give Harry a painless death, or wake him up."
For a few long minutes, Sirius stood there stunned, and speechless. He slowly sinked into a near-by chair, ignoring the startled cry of a young man who was about to sit there.
"Hey, that was my seat." Bill Weasley said, his tone full of annoyance. The oldest Weasley then looked down at the man who had sat down before him, and his jaw dropped.
"S-Sirius Black! What- Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with Harry now?" He asked, clearly surprised.
Sirius groaned, then buried his face in his hands, his black hair falling on his fingers.
"Harry is here... He's in .. a coma." Sirius whispered, and Bill had to strain to hear.
"A coma? No way, not Harry!" Bill said, not believing a word from the former Maruder. He then took another look at Sirius, who still had his head down, and who looked like he was.. shaking. "I guess it is true, then." Bill whispered, "Your living proof.. How did it happen?!"
Sirius didn't answer, and another voice spoke from behind Bill's back. "He was attacked by something while he was on his broom. He fell, 80 feet, but Sirius caught him before he hit the ground. We aren't sure what knocked Harry off his broom, but it must have been quick, he didn't even call for help." Remus said, his face drained and pale.
Bill turned around to face Remus, shock showing on his features. "I-I guess I'll go tell mom and Ron then."
Remus just sighed, and sat down next to Sirius. "What is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"It could kill him." Sirius responded.
Remus glared at the doctor who had watched the scene, thinking how usual it was in his line of work.
"What could kill him?" Remus snarled, his amber eyes locked on the doctors.
"His only cure. Unless Harry can wake himself up, then the potion would let him survive. But at his current state, only a great act of willpower would be able to awaken the boy, he is in a very critical stage. Though, with all of our spell, the choice, when it all comes down to it, is still his."
He then felt a hand on the side of his face, it was wet... Wet with something that was dripping on his face.
Harry slowly forced his tired eyes open, and the sight that greeted him was a young woman of about 17, who had short, brown hair, and bright, blue eyes. She was the one who was looking down at him, and she was also the one who was crying on him.
She smiled and said, "Today, I died.... Thus, rendering my world cursed with unspeakable evils to inhabit it... I was the seal that protected the good in my world, and now, because of my weakness, my world will suffer."
Harry stared at her for a few minutes, the only information that was getting throught to his tired brain was that this girl was sad.
Her smile had faltered as she spoke, and more tears had pooled in her eyes. The hand on his face was still there, still stroking his face. He then noticed that blood was mingling with it, his blood, but he knew that he had not felt any pain.
"Harry..." She started, then she stopped when she herself noticed the blood. She smiled down at him again, then said in a solemn tone, "I'm sorry Harry. Sorry to have to limit your choices. Yes, you are bleeding, bleeding to a death that my power has caused."
She stopped for a second, when she saw Harry's green eyes widen.
She smiled again, trying to comfort him, "You cannot feel you body anymore, can you?" She asked, then nodded her head when his eyes widened even more.
"No of course you cannot. The injuries you've sustained were very great. Harry, the reason I am here is to give you this choice." She whispered, as she removed her hand from Harry's cheek and rested it against her chest. She wore a long, blood red dress, that had a cloak in the same color. She had a petite figure, and on her brown hair rested an ornament, black head dress.
"This outfit was what I died in.... and the choice is yours. Harry, to live in this realm of unconsciousness for the rest of your days, or to take on my role. Your world, wizard and non-wizard, will both benefit from this. If I am to say how, or when, then I would have to know everything about your world, but I do not... The only thing I can tell you is that you shall not be the same young boy of 16 that you were before. You will be the Seal that binds you to the world in which I resided, and also to the world in which you have lived your life. No direct contact can be made, and you will feel almost as if you have been detached from your own life.... The more I tell, the more you shall despair, so please, even without much information, please make your choice. My powers wane, so please, help us!"
Harry listened to her with a sense of dread. He knew that at this very moment he could not speak, he could breath, see, and hear, but the feelings in his mind and the memories were all nonexistent. He didn't know what to choose....
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Two days had passed since Sirius and Harry had been at the local Quiditch pitch, having fun flying. Remus and Sirius had quickly taken Harry to St. Mungo's to get treatment, and the results had been bleak. The doctor had informed Sirius of Harry's condition, and Mr. Black had not taken it well...
"What do you mean?! A coma! He can't be in a coma, it can't be that bad." Sirius yelled, as he stared down at the doctor with angry, blue eyes.
"I'm sorry sir, but it's the truth. Mr. Potter is in a very deep coma, it could be years before he wakes up... But, there is a potion that we could give him... that could-"
"That could what!?" Sirius yelled.
The doctor sighed, "A potion that could give Harry a painless death, or wake him up."
For a few long minutes, Sirius stood there stunned, and speechless. He slowly sinked into a near-by chair, ignoring the startled cry of a young man who was about to sit there.
"Hey, that was my seat." Bill Weasley said, his tone full of annoyance. The oldest Weasley then looked down at the man who had sat down before him, and his jaw dropped.
"S-Sirius Black! What- Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be with Harry now?" He asked, clearly surprised.
Sirius groaned, then buried his face in his hands, his black hair falling on his fingers.
"Harry is here... He's in .. a coma." Sirius whispered, and Bill had to strain to hear.
"A coma? No way, not Harry!" Bill said, not believing a word from the former Maruder. He then took another look at Sirius, who still had his head down, and who looked like he was.. shaking. "I guess it is true, then." Bill whispered, "Your living proof.. How did it happen?!"
Sirius didn't answer, and another voice spoke from behind Bill's back. "He was attacked by something while he was on his broom. He fell, 80 feet, but Sirius caught him before he hit the ground. We aren't sure what knocked Harry off his broom, but it must have been quick, he didn't even call for help." Remus said, his face drained and pale.
Bill turned around to face Remus, shock showing on his features. "I-I guess I'll go tell mom and Ron then."
Remus just sighed, and sat down next to Sirius. "What is it?" He asked, concern in his voice.
"It could kill him." Sirius responded.
Remus glared at the doctor who had watched the scene, thinking how usual it was in his line of work.
"What could kill him?" Remus snarled, his amber eyes locked on the doctors.
"His only cure. Unless Harry can wake himself up, then the potion would let him survive. But at his current state, only a great act of willpower would be able to awaken the boy, he is in a very critical stage. Though, with all of our spell, the choice, when it all comes down to it, is still his."