This is a story that just kind of came into my mind and I had to write it down so I hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer- I got part of my idea for this story from a Mugglenet podcast so don't sue me you guys! I don't own Harry Potter! That would be cool though! Hehe :D
Harry was sitting in the hospital wing recovering from the injuries he got from battle. He still could not believe that Voldemort was actually gone. Harry had always pictured himself killing off Voldemort but it seems like this time Dumbledore got to him first.
Dumbledore had killed Voldemort for Harry because he knew that killing the all-powerful dark lord would suck the life right out of you. Dumbledore had died that day; he died right in front of Harry's eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.
That should have been me! Dumbledore should have never had to die he still had so much to offer the world. How could he have let this happen? How could he have been so stupid? He just stood their watching the whole thing.
"You think you can defeat me Dumbledore? I used to be afraid of you when I was in school because you seemed to be the only one who could tell when I was lying and that I was up to no good. Now I no longer fear you because I know I am more powerful and after I get rid of you and Harry Potter nothing can stand in my way anymore. Soon I'll rule everything!"
"I am not afraid of you Tom. I know that you are evil but no matter what you do there will always be people out there who are good and are not afraid to stick up for what they believe in. Harry Potter is one of these people and I will not let you hurt him!"
Spells started flying toward Dumbledore but he managed to block them and shoot some off.
"Dumbledore you don't have to do this! I can fight him! I can win!" I yelled at the top of my lungs so he could hear me. "No Harry I want you to stay where you are! Listen to me Harry you do not deserve to die yet. You still have your whole life to live. If I do not make it Harry I want to remember to always do what you think is right and listen to your heart! Do you hear me Harry?"
"Yes I hear you but I can help you!"
"No Harry please just stay out of this for now. If I die and Voldemort still lives I want you to fight him but stay as safe as you can but for now don't do anything. Please do this, for me Harry."
Spells kept on flying in every direction and I watched the two battle it out. Dumbledore was hit in the chest and went flying backwards so Voldemort took this opportunity to finish him off. A flash of green light came hurdling towards Dumbledore. As quickly as he could Dumbledore shot a ray of green light toward Voldemort as well.
The two spells collided with one another and a huge explosion occurred as the green rays passed each other and hit the two targets. The explosion was so huge that it sent Harry flying back 15 feet into a tree knocking him unconscious.
When he woke up he got up and looked around and saw everything was dead. The trees and bushes were dead and everything was turned to ash at his feet. Harry quickly ran over to the figure of a man lying on the ground.
It was Dumbledore and he was dead. He had cuts all over his body and blood soaking through his cloak.
Harry ran over to the second figure and saw it was none other then Voldemort. His face was burned and was even more deformed then ever. He looked like a skeleton.
Harry knelt down beside him, could he really be dead? Harry touched Voldemort's arm and a razor sharp pain shot across his whole body then everything went black.
Next thing he knew he woke up in the hospital wing feeling as if he himself was dead. He began screaming and crying as he remembered that Dumbledore was gone, they had to get teachers to hold him down and try to calm him.
The next few days he couldn't sleep or eat anything. He just felt like dieing. Everyone in the castle was mourning the loss of their Headmaster. Ron and Hermione were also in the hospital wing after the fight. They had both been bloodied up pretty good and had several broken bones. Ginny had also helped in the fight but had luckily not been injured too badly. She had visited Harry in the morning and comforted him.
The battle had killed many people they had known. Neville was killed by Lucius Malfoy who was also killed by a ministry worker. Draco Malfoy had also died helping out Voldemort. Pansy Parkinson had killed herself after she found Draco dead and said she could not live without him. So many students from Hogwarts fought and so many were killed. In a few days there would be burial ceremonies for those who fought agenst Voldemort.
Dumbledore's ceremony would also be held in a few days. It was going to be hard to say good-bye to him but he had no other choice. Harry lay back down and touched his scar. Everything thing seemed the same to him. Harry slowly drifted off to sleep.
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It was the day of Dumbledore's funeral. Everyone had come to say goodbye to the well-known Headmaster.
The funeral was outside in a beautiful garden with flowers blossoming everywhere. Chairs were set up so that people could sit down as the listened to the ceremony. In front of all the chairs was a casket made out of solid white marble. Carved into the side was the name Albus R. Dumbledore (I don't know his middle name sorry!) with a brief history of his life and how he died fighting for peace.
At the front a minister was giving a speech about Dumbledore and how everyone was going to miss him. Harry wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying because he couldn't stop replaying the battle that had gotten Dumbledore killed in the first place. He could still hear Dumbledore yell in pain when Voldemort hit him with a spell.
"Do what you think is right and listen to your heart!" That was one of the last things he ever said to Harry, that was the last time Harry would ever get advice from him when he didn't know how to do something. He would never see Dumbledore's eyes smile when he was playing a joke on Harry, he would never be offered candy every time he came to his office to talk to him.
Harry felt a tear slide down his face and he quickly wiped it away. He had to be brave for his friends. Harry looked to his right where Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all sitting. Hermione had her face buried in Ron's shoulder as she cried her eyes out and Ron was patting her on the back trying himself not to cry. Ginny was wiping her tears on a white handkerchief. Ginny had also been a big help during the war. She was protecting Hogwarts with their other friends including Neville. She kept blaming herself for his death; she kept thinking that she could have done something to help him. The ceremony ended with everyone saying their final goodbyes.
After most people had left they all got up and walked over to the grave and just stood there for a few minutes in almost complete silence, the only sound to be heard was Hermione and Ginny's sobs.
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The next week at school went by quietly with people starting to act like their old selves again. Everyone was trying their best to forget all the evil that was threatening them a while ago.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting the Gryffindor common room doing their Potions homework in front of the blazing fire.
"Hey Hermione do you add Wiggentree root to make healing potion"? Ron said looking at his paper like it had just asked him to do the hokey pokey upside down for a bunch of dogs (haha can you guys imagine that!).
"No Ron, if you did that it wouldn't be a healing potion instead it would cause you to foam at the mouth and your skin would turn purple!"
"Umm right" Ron said still very confused.
"Here let me help you this time." Hermione moved from her spot at the table over to the couch and started correcting all of the mistakes Ron had made on his essay.
"Hey Harry do you need any help?" Hermione asked looking up at him.
"Hmm? Oh no I got it" Harry said flatly.
Hermione got up and sat next to Harry and looked at his Potions essay.
"Harry you barley wrote one sentence. Are you ok?"
"Yea I'm fine, I'm just thinking that's all." Concern spread over Hermione's face.
"Your thinking about Dumbledore again aren't you Harry? Listen Harry it's not your fault that he… umm was killed. There was nothing you could do to save him, it was his wish, he wanted you to be safe and no matter what you said he wasn't going to let you fight Voldemort because he knew if you did you would be the one to die."
"I know, its just that I feel like there was something I could have done, I don't know what but anything would have been better then just standing there." Hermione put her hand on Harry's shoulder and a she smiled a sad smile trying to comfort him.
"Yea no one blames you, everyone knows that it was just something bad that had to happen." Ron said.
"Listen guys its getting late we should probably go to sleep now so get up you guys and lets go" Hermione said trying to ease the moment. The three went up the stairs and Harry and Ron went to the right to the boy's dormitory while Hermione went to the left into the girl's dormitory.
Harry lay in bed while an unsettling feeling lay in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong Harry could tell but he didn't know if he was imaging it or if for some reason he knew something was amiss.
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In the middle of the forest a ghost was lurking about heading towards Hogwarts. The ghosts living form had recently died during the war. People only turn into ghosts if they have unfinished business that they never accomplished during their lives and this ghost had to take care of some business.
This ghost was none other then Lord Voldemort and his unfinished business was in Hogwarts sleeping in the Gryffindor tower, Voldemort had come back to kill Harry Potter and this time no one could save him!
Dun dun dun! Well tell me how my story was, did it suck or was it ok? R&R! If you guys like the story then tell me because I'm not sure if I should continue the story or not!
