HARRY POTTER AND THE FINAL WAR
Summary: This is the sequel to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood prince. I wouldn't recommend reading it if you haven't finished HBP yet. Picking up right where HBP left off, Harry goes on his adventures in order to stop Voldemort and save the wizarding world. (Better Summary soon, after most are done reading HBP. )
Rated: M for violence, language, and sex
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Violets are blue.
I don't own Harry Potter,
And neither do you.
Chapter 2: The Pile of Letters
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Harry blinked. He'd been staring out his window for hours now, though nothing had changed since the woman across the street had taken her trashcan out to the curb. His breath had been fogging up the window, as well, though it wasn't impairing his vision much. He had really been hoping that Dumbledore was on his way to pick Harry up from his Aunt and Uncle's house, though that hope was slowly diminishing. With a quick glance over Harry's room, it was obvious that he had sincerely wanted someone to come pick him up. His trunk had remained packed, and Hedwig was locked up in her cage. The covers on Harry's bed were neat and straight, having never been slept in.
Harry had been trying ever since the night Dumbledore died to pretend he'd only dreamt it, though it was now not even a possibility. Letters and letters had come to him from Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lupin, Tonks, and even one or two from Mr. Weasley and some other members of the Order. Harry, however, had ignored them all. While he knew this wasn't smart to do at all, he couldn't muster the emotion to open them. Opening them would mean he'd half to admit Dumbledore was dead. He'd have to accept the fact that he was now alone in this.
You're not alone, Harry. Even if Dumbledore is gone, you've still got Ron and Hermione and a whole pack of other people behind you, he thought to himself. I don't want them to get hurt though! With Dumbledore here, they would be protected. Now that Dumbledore's gone, it's more dangerous than ever. He was having a fight with himself in his head. The lack of sleep was getting to him.
Hedwig hooted, annoyed. Harry turned and looked at her, taking his eyes away from the dark, empty street outside for the first time in hours. "What, Hedwig? You know I can't let you out. We're going with…" He trailed off. He finally gave up on Dumbledore. He looked down into his lap. "We're going to have to go away. I am, at least." He sighed, sadly. Dumbledore was gone. He was alone. You're not alone! he told himself as he sighed once more. He checked his watch. The time 3:28am flashed from his electric watch.
Harry stood up. He had done it. He had been with the Dursley's for more than 2 nights, if you could really call it that. Harry recalled his short stay with his Aunt and Uncle. Right from King's Cross, Harry had told them he'd only be staying 2 nights. It was enough for him to fulfill the magic, yet short enough that he wouldn't have to put up with them. They had been slightly taken aback by the last part.
"Put up with us? What do you mean, put up with us?" Uncle Vernon had asked him angrily. "We've kept you in our house for 16 years and all you can do is thank us by making remarks that you put up with us? I don't think so boy!" Uncle Vernon would have gone on, but Aunt Petunia shushed him. He had muttered angrily to himself the entire car ride home.
Dudley had stayed away from Harry the entire stay, though Harry hadn't really gone out of his room for more than bathroom visits or the occasional necessary nourishment. Otherwise he stayed in his room, trying to ignore the wizarding world unless it was something about Dumbledore's survival, though he now accepted this as impossible.
Harry glanced around his room. He walked to the door and opened it. Harry looked down the hall and saw no lights, or signs of movement. His Aunt, Uncle, and cousin were all asleep. Shutting the door, he walked over to his desk and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill with some ink. He scribbled an identical note on 3 different sheets of paper.
I'm going now. I'm leaving Hedwig with Ron. I'll miss you all.
-Harry
He addressed one copy to Ron and Ginny, one to Hermione, and the last to Lupin (which he knew would make its way to Tonks as well). He let Hedwig out of her cage and tied the letters to her leg. "Take these to Ron, Hermione, and Lupin. Oh, and make sure you peck Ron hard until he gives it to Ginny." Harry let Hedwig out the window and watched her fly off into the sky. He turned and looked at his letters. Picking the top one up, he decided he'd read them and then set off to look for Voldemort's Horcruxes. He ripped open the top letter. It turned out to be from Hermione.
Harry,
I just wanted to check in with you. I've checked with my parents and they are allowing me to go to Ron's soon. I hope to see you there. Please, Harry… Please don't do anything stupid like running off by yourself without us. You aren't alone in this Harry, and you know we can help you. Please.
-Hermione
Harry blinked slightly. It was as if Hermione had read his mind and sent this letter just now to prevent him from leaving. But it wasn't going to work. He didn't want her hurt any more than Ron or Ginny or any of the other people he loved. Sighing, Harry opened the next one.
Dear Harry,
I was just wondering How long you thought you'd be at your house before you come to my house. We're anxiously waiting for you. Please send back when you know what time you're coming. Ginny can't wait to see you.
-Ron
Harry thought for a second about writing Ron another letter saying he wouldn't be coming but thought it was rather pointless. As he reached for the next letter, he also remembered that his owl was already off on a mission that she wouldn't be coming back from. Harry began to read the next letter.
Mr. Potter,
I don't think that I can stress to you more how important it is that you tell me what it is you and Dumbledore were doing before his death. I believe that I can help further what you two were doing, though I must know what it was you were doing to help. Please send a letter soon.
-Professor McGonagall
Harry stared at this letter a bit longer than the others. Maybe he should tell McGonagall that he and Dumbledore had gone after one of Voldemort's Horcruxes before his death. After all, she was a great witch, too. She had been close to Dumbledore, and may already know that he had been suspecting Horcruxes as Voldemort's plan to remain immortal. However, Harry shook his head. This was between him and Dumbledore. This was their mission. It had been their last moments together, truly as fellow wizards joined against a common evil. Harry picked up the next letter.
Harry,
Oh, Harry I miss you so much. I still don't agree with your statements from a few days ago. I don't care if Voldemort sees me as your weak spot. I can deal with him; I've had to deal with him before. Harry, together we're strong than we are divided. Please… Just give it a chance. I want you to come to our house as soon as you can. I am missing you terribly.
-Ginny
At this last letter, Harry's heart skipped a beat. He had wanted to be with Ginny so badly. Aside from Dumbledore and Voldemort, Ginny was really the only other subject he had thought about since the last day of school. His breathing got heavier. Harry picked up another letter, trying to push Ginny from his mind. He didn't want to think about Ginny, her long red hair, her red, soft lips, her fair skin and slim body. No! Harry told himself. The more you think about her, the more Voldemort will sense weakness in you. It'll also tempt you to go back and stay with her. You need to do this… alone.
Harry dumped the rest of his letters into his trunk without reading them. He didn't think he could bear to. There was already a large amount of guilt growing inside of him. He knew that by reading more, he'd probably just stay home or go to Ron's and head back for school, however much he didn't want to.
Harry sighed as he heaved his trunk up, and out his bedroom door. He carried it down the stairs and out the door. Without bothering to leave a note to the Dursley's, Harry walked out to the street. He set his trunk down and stuck his wand arm out into the street. Suddenly, with a bang, a purple triple-decker bus had appeared out of nowhere, causing Harry to take a step back and a mailbox to jump out of the oversized bus' way. A young, scruffy-looking man stepped off the bus and looked at Harry. Stan must have still been in Azkaban.
This new man had dark brown hair, and sideburns that carried themselves all the way down his face. He had a five o'clock shadow growing, though it was past the middle of the night. His teeth were an odd, faint yellow color that looked like this new person drank a lot of coffee. He stepped forward toward Harry.
"Hullo. I'm Lance. Can I help you with your trunk?" he asked in an odd accent Harry had never heard before. Harry looked up at the new character.
"Sure. I'm going to London," Harry muttered after handing him the 11 sickles it cost to ride the Knight Bus. Harry walked up the steps and entered the familiar bus. The chandelier was still there, and the beds had, once again, reappeared for the night shift. Harry made his way to the back of the bus and sat on a bed while Lance brought up his Trunk. He really had no clue where to go from here.
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Author's Note: Hello All! I hope you enjoy this story. it's my own version of Book 7 of the Harry Potter series! I will accept all criticism, comments, or questions, just PLEASE review and let me know your thoughts! Thanks!