The Price of Love Rewrite
By: Elina Peverall
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all credits go to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this!
Jamie is the youngest son of the Potters, the Boy-Who-Lived. His older brother is Harry Potter, a boy who will do whatever it takes to protect his family. How far will Harry go to protect Jamie as the war continues across magical Britain? The prophecy is told once again and the truth is then revealed. (Rewrite of original The Price of Love)
AN: I'm alive. Technically I was supposed to post this chapter sooner but unfortunately, I didn't have the time so... Sorry? Once again, if you've read the Price of Love (my original fanfic) then you'd probably recognize the content in this chapter. I've basically changed a few things from the Price of Love chapter 2 "So this is goodbye Harry Potter." Hope you enjoy!
Sincerely,
Anne C.
For a brief moment, the woman paused to stare at him. She was no longer pacing in circles around him and was now staring at him clearly amused,
"I don't have a reason to lie to you, Harry. Do you need more than words to believe me?"
He did. Harry wasn't sure what he needed to make him believe her. Then again, they've been in the forest for less than half an hour now. So far, Harry could tell she'd been entirely truthful. Just like the first and previous time they'd met she'd been nothing but honest. Although there were some points in the conversation she'd given him cryptic remarks, he could tell she wasn't lying. Even though he sometimes expressed his doubts she'd always managed to provide evidence to force him to believe her. She really did have no reason to lie to him this time.
And yet, he had to ask. His family's safety was on the line.
Harry nodded silently to her previous question. There was a brief silence, the lull allowing the sounds of the forbidden forest to be heard. Looking back up at her he nearly flinched. Instead of expecting her to be a few steps away from him, she was now directly in front of him, her hand attempting to reach his face.
Quickly he took a step back, "What in Merlin's name are you doing?!"
The woman looked amused, "You need more than words to believe me, so why don't I show you?"
Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. What was she talking about? Not trusting her at all he took a protective stance in front of her. He didn't dare raise his wand on her on purpose, knowing full well it was best not to anger death. Silently, Harry watched as she ignored his protests and took a step into his personal space. With a big grin, she moved his arm away and put her hand on the side of his face. He tensed causing her to chuckle in response,
"You'll thank me later Harry."
Before he could remove her hand from his face, Harry suddenly felt disoriented. A wave of déjà vu hit him. Harry could compare the feeling of entering a Pensieve memory. Taking a deep breath, he blinked several times. When his vision finally cleared Harry could only watch, his eyes widening in horror.
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There was a light rain in Godric's Hollow, but the occupants who were in the village's graveyard didn't mind. For whom would care about getting wet when a person they all cared about would never be seen again? Dozens of wizards and witches who came to support the Potter family stood respectfully back paying their respects. Those who knew the Potters personally and were greatly saddened by the loss of their elder son stood close by watching as an injured Kingsley Shackbolt, Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and James Potter carried the coffin of magical Britain's Savior.
Suddenly, the sound of a voice reached those who attended, the song nearly startling the magicals. Mary McDonald, a close friend of Lily from Hogwarts continued to sing softly in mourning for the loss of her best friend's son.
The song made Lily cry softly as she held Jamie who offered his support as she watched her husband and many of their close friends carry her eldest son's body to its final resting place. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she tried to suppress the memory of a child who looked like a younger James with her eyes.
In Lily's arms, Jamie watched silently as his only brother's body passed by. Pain and regret filed him; he still remembered what he said to his brother before Harry left and faced Voldemort.
Flashback:
Harry arrived home late again; he stumbled in tired and wet from the sudden rain.
"You're late," Jamie stated, his arms were crossed and he was looking at his brother both annoyed and worried.
Harry looked at his younger brother with a sad smile, "Sorry about that, I had things to do."
"And what are they?" he asked.
Harry ignored him as he went into the kitchen looking for something to eat.
"Harry, are you even listening?!"
Harry sighed, turning around to face him, "I am. Now, what would you like to know?"
"Why do you always run off nowadays? Mom and Dad are worried about you, it's not safe to disappear with the war getting worse yet you ignore them and continue to do so."
He looked at his older brother who pulled a chair out and sighed as he took a seat. Harry looked tired and weary looking far older than before. He slumped on his seat looking at him.
"Look, Jamie, I know you think I don't care about the war and am just leaving for Merlin knows what. But the truth is… I do care. But I can't tell you, not even mom and dad why I go out. It's best you don't know for now Jamie."
There was a moment of silence between the two brothers until Jamie demanded, "That's all you have to say?"
Harry remained silent, giving him that annoyingly sad smile that he always had when hiding something. Jamie had enough of his brother's antics for the past few days. People were dying as the war continued and Harry remained nowhere in sight. Even worse, he was keeping secrets from him like the adults including their parents. Many of the adults insisted that Jamie should not be involved in Order matters for he was still just a child. He had hopes that even his brother would not hide anything from him but he was wrong.
Jamie clenched his hands and turned to leave, "You know Harry; while you're off doing whatever it is that's so important, Mom, Dad and the Order members are risking their lives by fighting the Death Eaters trying to protect magical Britain." Walking up the stairs he continued, "I suggest you do the same if you really do care."
Walking towards his room he left his brother in the kitchen with those last few words.
Flashback Ended
And risking his life he did, Jamie thought bitterly as he remembered the last time he actually spoke to his brother. After that conversation and school started, Jamie remembered ignoring Harry, pretending his brother never existed. It was one of his biggest regrets in life, knowing that Harry was suffering and feeling shame from the treatment his brother bestowed upon him. Not once did they talk to each other. And by the end of Harry's seventh year after the death eaters attack of the school and Dumbledore's death, he finally realized his mistake. Therefore, Jamie tried to make amends by having the courage to talk to his brother again.
But as fate would have it, Jamie was too late. The last time he saw his brother alive before the Battle of Hogwarts was when he took a step off the train. Calling out his brother, Harry barely noticed him but strode away. When Harry walked a good distance away from the crowd he then apparated. Where he went only Merlin knew.
Meanwhile, James Potter felt the heavy weight of his son's coffin as he carried it with the help of his trusted friends and colleagues. The feeling of carrying his son's body was something he thought no father should face. For wasn't it the son who outlived the father, not the other way around? He should have been there in Harry's final moments, but that stupid wound that was now just a scar on his side prevented him from seeing Harry. So injured, that he couldn't even face Voldemort to protect his family instead of his own son. If only he wasn't so reckless in battle and could have avoided that curse that spell that cost him the chance of preventing his son from sacrificing himself.
Flashback:
"Dad?"
"Yes, Harry?" James asked looking at his six-year-old son who was watching Lily singing a muggle song to a two-year-old Jamie.
"Why does mom spend more time with Jamie?" he asked sadly.
James gave a soft smile as he carried young Harry off the ground and said simply, "Because your little brother is still really young and needs the help of your mom."
"So does that mean she loves Jamie more than me?"
James shook his head, "No Harry, just like you when you were younger your mom would spend more time with you than even me."
"So will she spend time with me when Jamie is old enough?"
"Of course she would Harry. She'd spend time with both of you no matter what.
Harry looked up and with his mother's eyes lighting up gave him a cute smile. James smiled as well because of how innocent his son was and continued, "But you know something, Harry. Even if your younger brother is old enough for your mom not to be around all the time, as the older brother it's your duty to guide and protect him no matter what. Alright?"
Harry nodded his head and looked back at his younger brother and mother, "I promise dad. I'll protect
Jamie, mom and you no matter what."
Flashback Ended
The day quickly passed as those mourned and grieved the loss of the eldest son of the Potters. Many Order members with their families and school friends who knew Harry attended and paid their respects to the Potters. Quickly leaving with only the Potters and the two other Marauders left behind.
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Harry opened his eyes, the scene long since fading away. He continued to gaze at Death in shock as he quickly took her hands off him. Death laughed at his reaction and quickly retracted her claw-like grasp from him.
"So Mr. Harry James Potter, are you still up to the task of defeating the current dark lord of magical Britain?"
It took a moment for Harry to get over his shock.
"Is that what will really happen should I defeat Voldemort?"
Death turned away, "Harry, Harry. Never doubt my vision for what I see in the future will come to pass should you defeat Tom Riddle."
"So my family will live then?"
She sighed in exasperation, "Yes, yes, they'll live. Each one will live a long and happy life. The usual nonsense you'd want to hear."
"Good. That's all I asked for in the first place."
Harry stood up and slowly made his way out.
Death stared on as he left; a small smirk appeared on her lips as she whispered softly, "So this is goodbye, Harry Potter."