Writer: Azure K Mello
Title: A Bond Never Dies
Part: 90 of , or part 7 of Part Three
Words: 345
Unlike Skanky Nina, you don't suck.
He was called into the Headmaster's office. He'd only been there for a couple of weeks; he couldn't have gotten in trouble. Inside he was offered tea and sweets. He was offered a seat but said instead, "Sir, I'd really rather stand as I'm rather confused as to the purpose of this meeting."
"Sit down, Harry," the man commanded and Harry did as he was told. "Do you know what this is?" he asked gesturing to a deep dish on his desk which held blue mist.
"Some weird pensieve?" hazarded Harry.
"Not quite. It doesn't show the past exactly, it shows how things could have been. I wanted to show you something. I wanted to show you how your life, and the lives of others, would have been different if your father had died in the attack."
Harry almost jumped up. "I'd really rather not see that. He did survive and things have gone well."
"I feel that this would be most beneficial to your present life if you understood what could have happened. Please look into the dish." Harry reluctantly did as he was told.
In the reflection he saw a thousand images but understood them all even at the amazing rate they were flashing by. He saw himself growing up with his mother's family. His life was worse than a servant's: there was no one who cared about him, he was punished, used, and never spoken with. At school he had no friends because Dudley scared everyone out of liking him. At Hogwarts he cleaved to Ron and Hermione, so pleased to have friends. He saw that eventually he came between them and stopped them from being as close as they should have been. He saw himself turn down Draco's offer of friendship. He saw the boy become a Death Eater. He saw himself die at the hands of Voldemort.
As he looked up he knew what the man wanted him to ask and hated himself for playing into the game as he asked, "What would have happened if I'd taken his hand?"