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A/N : Chapter 9! WOOP:).. Like I said, Hopefully, this one is simply sublime.. Thank you to all who have stuck with More Than Okay from chapter one so far. And To all of those who have reviewed :) Making me smile. Thankyou for reading this chapter aswell, It was so amazing to write, I just adored it. Please Review! Oooh, and I'm dedicating this chapter once again to Siobhan, for her birthday! Have a good one!! xx Enjoy. xx (This one's in Harry's POV.)
More Than Okay.
Chapter 9: The Promise.
Harry tossed violently, his forehead causing him so much pain he was constantly wincing. He could no longer feel the surroundings around him, Infact, he felt as if he was almost slipping away..
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Harry raised a hand to his forehead, before sitting up gently. His eyelids slowly lifted up, revealing the unfamilar sight around him. He blinked quickly, as if blinking would return him to the comfort of the Gryffindor common room.. His eyes were almost automatically drawn to the large painting hanging on the wall. The young woman stared back at him as if he was a friend, her bright red lips were formed into a small smile, her pale green eyes, outlined by her pale skin shone brightly, as if a light was being conjured infront of her. She had long ginger hair that fell lightly and loosely along her face, but was tucked behind her left ear. Harry became completely entranced by her beauty, but puzzled, by her strange familarity.
He couldn't help but smile slightly, but forced himself to turn away from the portrait at the same time. Much to his surprise, the rest of the room was empty, except for a battered red sofa which seemed to have a large hole burned through the middle of it and a shallow fog that hung around his ankles, and seemed to have taken over much of the left wall. He exhailed slowly, watching the white cloud emerge from infront of him, but as doing so, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a small window.. He walked up towards it and peered through the right panel, and through it, could see nothing but fog, but something was emerging from the back, as the fog began turning darker, and greyer, he paniced, a dark figure was emerging quickly through the fog. It was almost unidentifiable to Harry, until,
"James!"
He heard someone call from around him, but there was nobody insight.
"JAMES!"
The voice then began calling out more desperately and had a slight weary tone to their voice.
"James, He's coming!"
Harry turned around swiftly, realising the name being called was that of his fathers, but again, nobody was around him, except the figure in the potrait whose appearance had changed, her eyes began rimming with tears and her cheeks became red, She seemed to be stepping back, futher into the portrait, as if getting away from someone.
"Get Harry!" The figure called out again.. It was right at that moment that it hit Harry, the figure, was his mother..
"Mum?" Harry raised a hand to the portrait.
"No - NO! Not Harry!" The soft voice of Lily Potter had rised into a scream, "Take me, But not my son!"
"NO!" Harry's own voice called out, Realising he was watching his mothers death it set a striking pain in the pit of his stomach, He dropped to his knees as his mother let out a peircing scream. At the same time, the glass of the window had been quickly smashed, letting peices fly out across the room, some striking Harry, leaving him cut in many places. He took deep breaths as his surroundings were silent, he slowly raised his head, as everything around him became darker. He looked around him quickly, feeling a slight presence and a deep breeze lingering near him. He groaned, knowing the cause of his dream, the reason why he'd been made to watch his mothers death for the countless time.
"Harry..."
"What the fuck is it now?" He paused, standing up, "What, are you going to try and make me surrender to you now?" He could feel the anger inside of him burning up, "Well this just makes me want to put an end to you even more, you heartless bastard." He took his wand out of his back pocket, and held it up in front of him, He turned around, and was everything but surprised to see Voldemort standing behind him.
"Harry Potter..." His snake like voice whispered, "I do nothing of the sort," He began grinning before raising his voice dramatically before taking out his own wand, "I don't know what your doing, But I know what you want." He took a couple of steps forward and held the tip of his wand against Harry's forehead. "I know how to destroy you."
"Yeah, Well I'd like to see you try." Harry smiled bitterly, holding his wand close to Voldemort's chest.
"I'll do more than try, Harry.. I'll kill her."
Harry's face stiffened, his wand became pressed up harder against Voldemort's chest, "You or any of your dirty deatheaters lay a finger on her, and I sware I will kill you all."
"Not if I get to you first, Harry Potter." He paused, "Then if I do, you can forget about your mudblood friend, I'll have her finished off another time."
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HERMIONE!" He screamed.
"I'll do what I like." Voldemort smirked, pulling his wand back slightly and stepping away from Harry.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Harry could feel his body fly through the air, and land in a heap back on the ground. His whole body was immeadiately numb and his scar was throbbing more than ever, His lips parted for extra breath, but a weight seemed to be pushing Harry's chest and closing his lungs..
"Hand your self over Potter, It's the only way. And you know it."
And with that, Voldemort had disappeared... Harry looked up at the ceiling, his last breaths drawing closer, he winced as he could feel blood trickling down the side of his face. He bit his lip before his eyes weakly closed.
It all went to quickly for him to notice, his last breath belonged to that who he hated, yet, his last thought..
Belong to that of who he loved.
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"Hermione." Harry mumbled under his breath whilst his head pounded loudly in his ears, almost deafening him, He turned vigourously under his sheets, as the sweat stuck his clothes to his body, "Hermione!" He shouted before jolting upright.
"Harry?" Hermione looked down at him worridly, "What's happened? Neville got me over here quickly, he said you were screaming my name.." Hermione took a hold of his hand on top of his duvet, feeling the heat of it, "Your hands are absolutely boiling.."
Harry's lips remained stuck together, he couldn't think of the words to explain what had just happened. There was no way he could tell her she was in danger, or that Voldemort just forced him to watch his mother die for him.. He couldn't.
"It.." He paused, "Was just a bad dream.."
"It was him wasn't it. - Voldemort."
He nodded, "But it was worse than before, I can't even bare to think about it."
Hermione stood up and released his hand before pulling him into a hug.
"Then don't, you can explain it to me when you're ready, Harry."
She released him again before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "He's just trying to get to you, Harry."
"It's working, Hermione." He sighed, "You have to promise me, you'll stick with me, and let me protect you, as well as you helped me these past years."
"Why?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.
Harry took hold of her hand this time, "Please Hermione, You just have to promise me that you will."
"Ok.. Harry, I promise." She smiled down at him as she accepted his promise, But thoughts were constantly running through Harry's mind, He just hoped the promise wasn't nessecary after all...