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Chapter 1: the present Harry.
Harry potter, also widely known in the secretive world of magic as the boy-who-live, was lying on his bed, eyes enclosed with beads of sweat running down his cheeks. Under the sweltering heat, it would not be surprising at all to sweat. Yet, those trails of sweat weren't made by the heat, but by his occurring nightmare of memories.
Sirius was battling happily with his opponent, wand swishing as fireworks sprouted out, each missing its target by a hair. With his opponent too doing the same, it was a brilliant sight to see except that it's current on-looker; Harry was focused on only one person. His godfather.
"SIRUIS! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!"
Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Sirius replied.
"I don't want to! She is going down!"
"SIRIUS! Please …COME!"
Harry desperately tired to move forward to no avail as if something was holding him. Repeating it like a mantra, he kept screaming for Sirius to leave the fight even till after the veil swallowed his godfather. His mind blanked out in darkness, as the two blue orbs of his godfather stared at him. Eyes that shone in laughter as voices kept murmuring, begging, "please… come back…"
Come back… why won't you come back… come back… please come back…
Come back… …
Snapping his eyes open, Harry returned to the reality world just as lightning struck, lighting up his surrounding.
Closing his eyes, he panted softly as his skin shivered against his latest nightmare. Hearing his bedside clock ticking away the seconds, it calmed him soothing him into a protective tranquil until… BOOM!
Widened eyes met his surrounding as his heartbeat increased tenfold in fright. Fear took its place in his heart, yet he didn't avoid it. After all he deserve it, in a way. In all the things he had done and achieves, the many murders that he never really felt much consequences for that he had cause; he had finally learned the harsh truth of life.
His godfather was truly dead. All the time in his life when Quirell who had tried to take his life had died, he hadn't given much though to it. When the Flamels were said to die soon, he didn't care about it. Cedric had died in his fourth year yet he hadn't felt as desolated and sad, as he should be.
In all, he only felt it because of the rumours of Cedric's murder was by his hand. Yet now, someone closed to him has finally died. That was like a slap to his face. One cruel and hard slap, which had finally destroyed his fool of an innocent paradise.
After all, if Voldemort really wanted to kill him, it would be a pleasure to him won't it. He would finally get to see his parents, his godfather, his … his …. Is that what he really wanted, just for 3 people? No wait, if I died what about Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Weasely, Remus…they need me more than my parents and Sirius does, don't they?
Uh... but if you stay with them, they'll get killed. They only got lucky in the department, if not for the order…
Harry never gotten to finish that thought as a familiar voice cut through his thoughts.
"Why if it isn't the famous all know it boy-who-live, all alone here in the dark crying for his …. Pitiful mongrel's death isn't it. Bet you never expected us huh?" Lucius spit onto the ground just missing Harry by an inch.
"No, never thought to see you here, all worn out in broken robes, hell, you look worse than the Weaselys' combined!" Harry countered unconsciously, after all having done this with Malfoy Jr all the time in Hogwarts certainly has been a habit.
Malfoy Senior who had hated and detests the poor redheads for being poor and muggle-loving was incensed to say the least. Being placed below them was like being a dirty muggle!
Raising his wand he started the incarnation of the killing spell when suddenly something clicked at his head.
Harry was prepared to die at that moment, and hearing the killing curse being started gave him a slightly haunted look in his eyes. "No more pain", he thought as he closed his eyes missing the person who was walking quietly towards Malfoy.
Click!
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