Chapter Fifteen.
When The War Is Over
After taking me to my room, Malfoy sat down in front of the professors awaiting his punishment.
"Please professor Mc Gonagall, Take Mr. Potter to the Hospital wing, God knows he needs it after the bashing Miss Granger bestowed upon him. I will deal with Mr. Malfoy," Snape ordered as politely as his patience would allow him. Mc Gonagall without a word took Potter's arm and led him past Mona to the hospital wing.
"Detention for two months and seventy five points, as much as i hate to take them, from slytherin. I doubt this will matter to anyone in your house as they wont know what potter did or your reason behind it, you did beat the golden boy to a pulp. The dark lord would have been so proud of you. You really scare me sometimes Mr. Malfoy but it is in honor and though i am not fully filled in with your connection with Miss Granger I will hope that it was in her honor and not your own personal pleasure that you did so. I am for some reason proud of you for it, he did deserve it and that's why you're getting off easy, even though i know deep inside you were itching to do this to him, understand?" It was more of a statement than a question really.
"Yes Professor, thank you," was all he could mumble in reply.
"You look after her you hear? I am afraid potter won't get off easily and i would believe that she will be emotionally unstable for a while." With this professor, Snape stood and left himself f leaving Malfoy alone with his thoughts. He decided to lie on the couch and lit a joint to ease his racing mind.
"Ok, I'll help but i won't be changing any nappies you hear? they stink and are almost as big as my head," Malfoy complained serving his detention with a recently returned Hagrid, Madam Maxine and their new child.
"A'right, a'right but here make up a bottle while I change this Diaper," Hagrid mumbled rubbing his eyes from lack of sleep as the child wailed continuously in the back round. Malfoy boiled her giant bottle the size of his arm and filled it with watered down milk. He passed the bottle to madam maxine who wearily took it and quickly shoved it in the infant's obviously impatient mouth. It sucked quietly until its eyes finally closed. When it finished its bottle, it was Malfoy's job to burp it, which was a lot easier, said than done. The child was as big as a first year and just as heavy without the capability of standing on its own. He had to hold her up with one hand and thump her back with the other without hitting too hard until it burped its leftover milk all over his back. Finally weary from his detention he headed covered in baby vomit back to our dorm where he washed himself furiously.
Harry sat all alone in the hospital wing brooding on his recent expulsion from Hogwarts and his inability to enroll at any other schools. The sky outside was dark and stormy and the door creaked open. In the night, the white dress surrounded by the darkness floated over the floor as the pale skin of an angel skimmed towards him.
"Harry?" My face was healed and I looked as perfect as the night he had seen me at the valentine's ball, "I want you to know something Harry, You disgust me and I hate you." I turned around and walked out as quietly as i had come. I did not know I would be the last person to see him alive.
I open my eyes i try to see but i'm blinded by the white line.
I can't remember how i can't remember why I'm lying here tonight
And i can't stand the pain, and i cant make it go away.
No i can't stand the pain
How could this happen to me, i've made my mistakes
go nowhere to run the night goes on it starts fading away
I'm sick of this life i just wanna scream
How could this happen to me.
Everybody's screaming I try to make a sound but noone hears me,
I'm slippin off the edge I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto a time when nothing matters
and i can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that i've done
No I cant
How could this happen to me, i've made my mistakes
go nowhere to run the night goes on it starts fading away
I'm sick of this life i just wanna scream
How could this happen to me.
i've made my mistakes
go nowhere to run the night goes on it starts fading away
I'm sick of this life i just wanna scream
How could this happen to me.
Harry looked at his hands. He wished Malfoy had killed him almost as much as he wished he could rewind the year, start again, and tell me how he had felt all along and wished he had not played hard to get himself. What was life anymore? He had called me a mudblood, he had raped me deeming me a slut after a one-night stand I had, had. How many girls had he had sex with? He felt sick in his stomach, he had no pride in himself anymore and his mind was clouded as the night sky with depression. He had been expelled and had charges against him. He knew he would be bound for Azkaban where he felt he had belonged, he longed for the dementors kiss, and he felt he would deserve it. He deserved death and he longed for it ready to free himself of the world and free the world of him. He took a quill and parchment and a quill and wrote a letter to the one person who he had hurt the most and the only person he would ever feel indebted to his whole life. He planned for her a surprise. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his head.
"Arvada Kadvara," he whispered to the darkness and he fell to the ground dead like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He finally made his way to his afterlife to be with his mother and father killed by the same spell but a different hand though it might as well have been the same.
may ever star you wish upon and everyhope your hanging on come true.
Out of everybody in this world there's no one who deserves it more than you.
I hope you find everything you've been dreamin of,
Only good things, no inbetweens just.
Peace and Love.
These words did not come easily, still you know i had to write them down,
You must know what you mean to me, i wish that you could always be around,
I hope find everything you are worthy of,
I'm gunna miss you, but i only wish you,
Peace and love.
Peace and love, Tears of joy, kindess of strangers,
all of your roads paved in gold by guardian angels,
wherever you may be in this world,
my salutation says it all,
may you always have enough
Peace and Love
Yeah yeah yeah.
I let you go unselfishly cause everyone needs time to be alone,
well maybe time will bring you back and if it does you'll always have a home
i sign my name no one to blame it on because,
i'm on your side question of pride.
peace and love
Peace and love, Tears of joy, kindess of strangers,
all of your roads paved in gold by guardian angels,
wherever you may be in this world,
my salutation says it all,
may you always have enough
Peace and Love
may you always have enough
Peace and Love
may you always have enough
Peace and Love
may you always have enough
Peace and Love
Madam Pomfrey found Harry Potter the next morning dead by his own hand, his wand still in his lifeless grip his eyes closed as if peaceful and a small smile on the corners of his lips as if he in death had finally found peace. Beside his bed he had found a letter and she shuffled anxiously to tell Mc Gonagall the news and give her the letter so she could decide what the best course of action would be.
A great cry went up when the news was broken to the school and I sobbed into Ron's shoulder knowing now that i was the last to see him breathe and i remembered my hurtful words i had last said to the man who had once been my best friend. The only upside to this news was that Voldermort was defeated with Harry's death had brought his destruction. Mc Gonagall would handle all of the arrangements for his funeral.
I sobbed as Harry was lowered into the ground. Even after he had robbed me of any respect for myself I had still been aggrieved as to the news of his death and it caused me much pain to bury my friend of almost seven years. Ron stood beside me his hand in mine and McGonagall stood a little behind us giving us room to be alone and there beside Harry's grave i told Ron what Harry had done to me and he did not say a word just held my hand tight. In my other hand i held a yellow rose. The rest of the school was assembled for his funeral to tell the stories of his life and his achievement but i had been there beside him in almost all of his achievements and to live the again would only break my heart as i would remember the pain of the last year when the friendship we had held so dearly had crumbled. Inside i felt as if this was a tragic triumph of sorts but in the same time i grieved the terrible loss. Mc Gonagall tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hermoine i have something for you," she sighed handing me a large envelope and a smaller one sealed with wax. I opened it and was confused at its contents as it fell into my hands, "the last will and testament of Harry Potter, and a personal letter to you." I looked at the will to see that he had left half to me and half to Ron both halves quite large in amount in fact enough that we would never have to work in our lives and could support families with the said income. I handed the will to Ron and as he read it i sat beside his grave and read the last thing Harry Potter had ever written.
Hermoine,
I just want to say that I am sorry for what i have done to you. I want to think that my death has brought you your deserved justice. They say your teenage life shapes you to become the person you become as an adult. If that is true you will become an amazing woman. Remember Hermoine that which doesn't kill me makes me stronger, i just wasn't strong enough. I have left you and Ron half of everything my parents had left me minus the amounts i have used myself. Use it well.
With all my love,
Harry Potter.
P.S Draco really loves you girl, i was wrong any guy would love you...(well not Neville or Ron) but he loves you the most. Open your eyes and see it! You were always beautiful to me and always you were the best friend any guy could have. You are and always were loyal, smart and brave. A true Gryffindor. And trust me I'm not being a dickhead this time.
I looked at the sky and the stars. He would watch over me. I blew out the candle beside his grave and tipped the hot wax over his coffin. I threw in the envelope after it and a handful of dirt before throwing in my single rose. I looked back up at the stars and whispered to him.
"I forgive you Harry, I forgive you." I could have sworn on the breeze i heard his sweet soft familiar voice alike to the time he asked me to trust him on his broom.
"Thank you," it whispered to me, "Thank you." and then I knew he was gone but i also knew i would never forget him.
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away,
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away.
When the war is over got get away,
Pack my bags to no place and no time no day.
You and i we used eachothers shoulder,
Still so young but somehow so much older.
How can i go home and not get blown away.
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away,
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away.
When the war is over got to start again,
Try to hold a trace of what it was back then.
All around is chaos is madness,
Can't help feeling nothing more than sadness.
Only choice to face it the best i can.
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away,
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away.
You and I we shared eachothers stories,
just a page i'm lost in all it's glories.
How can i go home and Not be blown away.
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away,
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away.
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away,
Aint nobody gunna steal this heart away.
Ooooooohhhoooooooo.