Recap: "So, Gin, what do you think of all that?" asked Harry after they ordered.
"It's lovely," she replied. Harry laughed.
"I meant the whole prophesy thing," he said quietly.
Ginny looked uneasy "Well, like I told you, I don't want to lose you," she said, looking down.
"You won't, I promise," he said. For a moment, he looked hesitated and pulled something out of his pocket.
"I want to promise you one more thing," he said "I want you to be certain of our love," he opened the box.
It was an engagement ring.
Ginny was speechless and stared in shock at the ring.
"Will you marry me?" he asked hesitatingly.
Ginny's smile was a little teary "Of course I will." She said.
Harry smiled, put the ring on her finger and clasped his hand with hers. "I love you so much" he said quietly "I don't want to let you go."
"I love you too Harry." She said just as quietly.
BOOM!
"Decided to duel with me Potter?" he asked mockingly "And you too Mr Potter, Ms Evans, long time no see." He sneered.
"Cut the crap Tom, I have a fiancée waiting for me," said Harry coldly and raised his wand. He raised two fingers behind his back. He put down one. He put down two.
"HAROGROA LANESSAH!" roared Harry, James and Lily together.
Even when Harry was shooting the spell, Lily knew something was wrong. Harry's light should've been gold, not brown.
"HARRY!"
Grief
"Reducto! Expelliarmus! Reducto!" shouted Dumbledore's voice from behind Voldemort.
Voldemort was blasted out of his feet by the force of Dumbledore's spell. Voldemort didn't seem disturbed at all because of Dumbledore's spell – he looked exceptionally happy.
"You can't get rid of me!" Voldemort said in his high-pitched voice, before laughing again and disapparating with a soft 'pop'.
Ginny, however, didn't even look at Voldemort, she was sobbing and shaking Harry's limp body, occasionally planting a fierce kiss on his lips.
"Harry, wake up! Please wake up! You can't be dead," she yelled desperately through her tears.
Lily was sobbing quietly and James was staring in shock, shaking at the sight of Harry's lifeless corpse. Dumbledore looked grave and sad. Small tears trickled from his eyes as he tried to revive Harry.
Harry never stirred.
Hermione and Ron were also staring in shock, Hermione's sobs shook her body violently and Ron looked very pale, his eyes were gray and glistened with tears.
The truth hung in the air, but nobody dared to say it out loud.
Dumbledore sighed and silently muttered "Mobilicarpus", causing Harry's pale body rise into the air.
"NO," screamed Ginny, "NO! Don't take him away! Do something," she screamed in agony, tears leaking from her eyes like endless rivers, soaking her shirt.
"There is nothing we can do," Dumbledore said softly, soothingly. Ginny shook her head violently.
"You're Dumbledore! You can do anything," she yelled at the headmaster through her tears.
"I am sorry Ms Weasley, no matter how much I can do, I cannot bring the dead back to life."
He gently floated Harry's body to the castle, Ginny wailing and running behind him the entire way.
"What did we do wrong?" James asked, weakly and quietly. No one could bear to answer the question that hung in the air like thick poison smog, choking the life out of them.
"Yesterday evening, Voldemort and his followers attacked Hogsmede," Dumbledore announced in a grave voice during dinner. The hall was silent – they knew that already.
"Voldemort had, yet again, taken the life of a student. A student we all knew and loved. Yesterday night, Harry Potter was killed-" loud screams and cries of misery suddenly erupted, "-In a battle against Voldemort."
Many of the girls were crying hysterically. Some of Harry's fan club ran away from the hall, crying.
McGonagall seemed shocked; Amy looked about to faint and Remus put his head on his hands and cried. For Lily, for James, for Sirius. For Harry. His entire family was taken away.
Snape seemed shocked and, for once, no one saw even a trace of a sneer on his face. His dark eyes stood up against the pale skin and glittered, sweeping over the Gryffindor table were none of the Weasleys were.
"We are in the beginning of a very dark era. Harry was the only one, according to a true prophesy, that could have defeated Voldemort and now that Harry is lost, we must fight against Voldemort and his followers ourselves, to make sure evil will vanish."
"How can we have hope if Harry was the only one…" started a teary fourth year Hufflepuff.
"There is always hope," said Dumbledore, who was having trouble taking now, "but we must also grieve. All classes until Monday are cancelled." And for once, this statement was not a cause of cheers and happy faces.
Neither of the gang was there when Dumbledore announced Harry's death to the school.
Ginny was in the boys' dormitories, snuggling and crying into Harry's pillow, breathing Harry's scent. Willing, wishing that Harry would come back.
"You promised me you'll come back," she cried to no one, "you promised me Harry!"
Lily was sitting and sobbing quietly in the room behind the map of Argyllshire on the second floor. Her eyes were puffy and red and she was curled like a cat on one of the sofas. Each time she started crying, her eyes would burn painfully, but she didn't care - It distracted her a bit from the real pain.
Ron and Hermione were in the Room of Requirements. They mostly talked and remembered together the last seven years, sometimes Hermione would burst into tears and even Ron had a few tears escaping, but it helped them heal.
James was in the Astronomy Tower, not a tear came out of his eyes, but he was sulking, hitting the walls and smashing things all over the tower.
They all stayed in these positions for 14 hours after Harry's death, not even coming down for the Great Hall to grab a bit of food.
When Ron came back from the Room of Requirements and saw his sister on Harry's bed, he noticed that Harry gave Ginny the engagement ring he'd been talking about for weeks.
FLASHBACK
"Do you think Ginny will like it?" asked Harry anxiously, looking at the ring on the table with a look of anxiety.
"Of course she will Harry, she wouldn't care if it was made of parchment, as long as you give it to her," said Ron with a roll of his eyes for the fifth time this week.
END FLASHBACK
They won't get a chance to get married. Ron thought sadly.
Ginny snuggled into Harry's bed, smelling Harry's scent and remembering good days. She looked at the ring on her finger and more tears found their way out of her eyes. "You promised," she whispered in a hoarse voice for the 50th time.
"Ginny?"
Ginny lifted her head and saw her best friend, Alyssa.
"Ginny you have to eat something," Alyssa said sadly. She, too, noticed the ring on Ginny's finger and just like the rest of the world, was shocked and sad to hear about Harry's death.
"No" whispered Ginny in the same, hoarse voice.
"Ginny, you'll starve."
"I don't care. Leave me alone," said Ginny in anguish.
"Ginny-"
"Go away, please leave me alone," Ginny ordered in such a pathetic and hurt voice, her friend had no choice but leave.
Mrs Weasley was making the chatting Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George breakfast when two owls soared through the window. One was the Order's secret owl and the second was carrying the Daily Prophet.
Mrs Weasley didn't open the Order's letter - She knew that if it was something urgent, Dumbledore would have informed them himself. She opened the Daily Prophet and let out a yell of agony.
"NO!" she cried, choked with tears.
HARRY POTTER – DEAD
Yesterday night Death Eaters attacked the village Hogsmede near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ten people were killed and three Death Eaters were captured.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named also showed up in his first public appearance in 16 years and caused a great deal of panic to the villagers. Eyewitnesses said that Harry Potter, James Potter and Lily Evans were also involved in the battle (for more information about their sudden appearance see page 9) and duelled with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, who killed Harry Potter.
The common belief said that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did not shoot the killing curse, a claim that would have to be checked thoroughly by the Ministry of Magic. Many shops have closed in grief at the sudden death of their hero, and business will be limited for quite some time.
Rita Skeeter, Special correspondent.
On the cover was a picture of Dumbledore levitating Harry away towards Hogwarts' direction and a sobbing Ginny trailing after him, occasionally running to catch up with Dumbledore. The Weasley's kitchen was in uproar as Mrs Weasley sobbed on Arthur's shoulder, who was crying himself. Fred and George apparated to their shop to grieve on their own.
"We have to go to Hogwarts. Ron and Ginny need us," said Bill with a lump in his throat.
"Oh no," moaned Mrs Weasley, "Poor Ginny, I can't imagine what she must be going through," she wailed and ran to the fireplace to toss some Floo powder in the warm flames.
"We should read the Order's letter first Molly," said Mr Weasley quietly and opened the letter. He read it quickly and announced, "He told us not to come."
"The hell with Albus Dumbledore! My son and daughter need me now," Mrs Weasley shouted, tossing some Floo powder in the fire before she disappeared with a 'puff.'
Ron and Hermione were sitting in one of the armchairs when Mrs Weasley came. She immediately wrapped her arms around both teens and started crying again.
Ron patted her back and said soothingly, even though his eyes looked very red, "We'll be fine mom, go see Ginny, she needs you more. She in Harry's bed, crying, and no one can get her to leave, not even to eat."
Mrs Weasley only sobbed harder as she noticed the usual sparkle in his eyes was absent. She kissed Ron and Hermione's hair hard.
And when Mrs Weasley finally tore herself away from them, and entered the boys' dormitories. She walked softly towards Harry's bed, sniffing a bit. She pulled the hangings apart and saw Ginny curled under the blanket, hugging Harry's pillow.
"Ginny?" said Mrs Weasley with a choked voice. Ginny turned to the sound of her mother's voice and Mrs Weasley almost cried again. Her daughter was in bad shape. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, missing all of their happy light. Her hair was tangled and dirty, her face sunken and pale.
"He promised me mom," she said in a raspy voice, "he told me he'd come back. He promised."
Mrs Weasley swallowed her tears. She needed to be strong for her baby girl.
"He'll always be with you Ginny."
"I want him now," Ginny yelled suddenly, "I want him to keep his promise! HE PROMISED!"
She started hitting the pillow, tears pouring freely from her eyes and Mrs Weasley could not hold her own tears any longer.
Ginny collapsed on the bed, sobbing, and Mrs Weasley put her hand on Ginny's waist, her other hand wiping the tears out of her own eyes.
Remus was sitting in the staff room with the entire staff, minus Dumbledore and Snape. He was drinking his 16th glass of Firewhiskey now, and was quite drunk to say at least.
"I loved him you know," he slurred to the staff, "He was so much like Lily when I first met him it was amazing."
"Remus, you're drunk," Professor McGonagall remarked hollowly.
"He was delicate, yet stronger than you'll ever expect a thirteen year old boy to be. It was so obvious he was the son of James and Lily.
"And then Sirius showed up and told him how much he's like James. But he was wrong," he suddenly yelled, "Lily was written all over 90 of his personality."
"You're right," said Amy, wiping a tear from her cheek. Remus, yet again, ignored what was said.
"I loved him like my nephew, like I loved James as a brother," he hiccupped "And now he's gone," silent tears were streaming down some of the Professor's eyes and Professor Sprout blew her nose in a red handkerchief.
"I wish I could've known him better," said Amy sadly.
Ron was devastated but he didn't show it. Losing his best friend hit him too close to home. It was a shock and he didn't think he'd ever recover from.
He was sitting on the edge of the lake, where Harry sat in the end of the second task on their forth year.
FLASHBACK
"What did you bring her for?"
"Fleur didn't turn up, I couldn't leave her," Harry panted.
"Harry, you prat," said Ron, "you didn't take that song thing seriously, did
you? Dumbledore wouldn't have let any of us drown!"
"The song said -"
"It was only to make sure you got back inside the time limit!" said Ron. "I hope you didn't waste time down there acting the hero!"
END FLASHBACK
Ron chuckled dryly. Always the noble one, never to leave a damsel in distress. Ok, maybe he did leave Cho crying, but what could he have done?
FLASHBACK
What's - er - going on with you and her, anyway?' Ron asked quietly.
Nothing,' said Harry truthfully.
I - er - heard she's going out with someone else now,' said Hermione tentatively.
Harry was surprised to find that this information did not hurt at all. Wanting to impress Cho seemed to belong to a past that was no longer quite connected with him; so much of what he had wanted before Sinus', death felt that these days…
The week that had elapsed since he had last seen Sirius seemed to have lasted much, much longer; it stretched across two universes, the one with Sirius in it, and the one without.
You're well out of it, mate,' said Ron forcefully. I mean, she's quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful.'
She's probably cheerful enough with someone else,' said Harry, shrugging.
Who's she with now, anyway?' Ron asked Hermione, but it was Ginny who answered.
Michael Corner,' she said.
Michael - but said Ron, craning around in his seat to stare at her. But you were going out with him!'
Not any more,' said Ginny resolutely. He didn't like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch, and got really sulky, so I ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead.' She scratched her nose absently with the end of her quill, turned The Quibbler upside down and began marking her answers. Ron looked highly delighted.
Well, I always thought he was a bit of an idiot,' he said, prodding his queen forwards towards Harry's quivering castle. Good for you. Just choose someone - better - next time.'
END FLASHBACK
Oh, Ron remembered thousands of times when he was jealous of Harry. He thought he had it all: Money, fame and girls.
But was Harry really that lucky? His parents died when he was one year old, he grew up unloved and like a slave, he saw death after death, another death every year.
Quirrell.
Riddle.
Pettigrew.
Voldemort.
Voldemort…it was all because of you. It had all started from your sick mind. But you love that don't you? Ron thought. Got rid of your biggest enemy without so much of a wave of your wand. That's the only love you're capable of.
No, life was never fair to Harry Potter.
Hermione was devastated, and not for the first time, she wanted her parents near her, so she could let all of her emotions out. She loved Harry like a brother, and it was the first death she had ever experienced. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder why it happened.
She furrowed her brows. Repeating the prophesy lines in her head.
"WHEN THE FLOWER, THE STAG AND THE PROPHECY BABY WILL BE UNITED, THE POWER OF LOVE, UNITY AND THE MAYA WILL DESTROY THE DARK LORD. WHEN FLOWER, STAG AND A BABY WILL BE UNITED…"
"When the Flower, the stag and the prophesy baby," these were, no doubt, Lily, James and Harry. "Will be united, the power of love, unity and the Maya…"
Something clicked inside Hermione's brain painfully. Will be united? Power of love? She had no doubt Harry loved his parents. But James and Lily weren't his parents were they? She was quite sure James didn't love Harry as much as he would have if he was his son.
Harry, James and Lily all accomplished the spell, but the spell didn't work right because the prophesy said otherwise! It must be the power of love and unity. They didn't have it. The most powerful one did die.
Hermione groaned and started crying again. How could they skip over that? How could they let such a thing happen? She was stupid. She should've checked the prophesy over and over again until she was sure she was fulfilling it fully.
It was all her fault.
Lily walked to the Room of Requirements thousands of thoughts swirling and twirling in her mind. When she reached the seventh floor, she saw that there was already a door there. Curious, she opened it but when she saw a black mop of hair sitting on the sofa and facing the fire, she choked.
"Harry?"
The boy turned and Lily saw to her disappointment that it was James. She immediately lowered her eyes. Frightened of the sight of James – looking so much like Harry it hurt.
James also lowered his eyes. Couldn't bear to see Lily's green eyes boring into him. Harry's eyes were just the same. Fierce green emerald eyes, telling you they can see into your soul.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I have just the same right to be here as you do," Lily said, her fiery redhead temper flaring over the simple question, the lack of sleep, and her horrible mood.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
Still not meeting each other's eyes, the both turned to look at the fire.
"Does it hurt?" asked Lily. James didn't say anything.
"Does it?" she asked more forcefully. James still didn't answer. Lily looked up and saw him staring at the fire.
"Answer me!" she yelled with sudden anger, "Does it hurt to you James? Are you human enough to hurt? Why are you so silent? Is that such a common thing for you to watch people die that you JUST STAY IN YOUR PLACE AND DON'T SAY ANYTHING? IS IT?" Lily screamed and suddenly fell to the floor, sobbing.
A tear ran down James's cheek for the first time in ten years. "It does," he whispered, "It does,"
The Room of Requirement spun.
Dumbledore was sitting in his office when the room began to spin.
"It is about time…" he muttered quietly.
A world had vanished.
A/N: OK you guys, I can see your stones already. Yes, I killed Harry. It was a short chapter but it was so originally so I decided not to make it too much longer. For those of you who want some clues about what happened here can go right back to chapter 3. I have decided not to update until I get 20 reviews (at least) because if I get less it is just disappointing. I have also decided the plot to chapter 19, to all of my old readers who are interested, it has a slightly (but really slightly) higher rating, but it's not R yet (M - the new rating).
It came the last time so I'm saying it now, to erase any confusion, THIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE!
Reviews:
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Love you very very much,
--Lily