Chapter seven: He Came
We once lived in a life filled with happiness and joy. We once lived in a place where we thought that peace would last forever. Back then we truly believed that we could win.
We thought that Harry would be able to handle the weight of the world, we had no idea what hold it had over him, but once we realized what we were doing to the boy we should have backed down, we should have let him be the child he was. Instead we sent the boy into battle, where his death awaited him.
We were stupid. We thought he could handle it, and we thought he could survive it but we were wrong. In the end, the pressure held on the boy ended up killing him and the rest of the wizarding world with him.
Harry's death weakened everyone, but the one who was weakened by it the most was Albus Dumbledore. I remember when that twinkle in his eyes weren't so dim, they were brilliantly bright. Now the twinkle was nothing more than what was left over from a spark of what had once been a flaming candle. He was nothing with out Harry. We were all nothing with out the boy.
I'll never understand why we sent the boy into a battle, into his own death, and I'll never understand why a prophecy chose Harry as the one to be the savoir of the wizarding world. He had been through enough; he didn't deserve a life where the darkest wizard in our world would set out, determined to destroy him. He didn't deserve to lose his parents, or to live with those disturbing muggles all his life and be treated like a dog. No he didn't deserve a damn thing that happened to him, except perhaps, the friends that he had made.
Ron was his best friend who had died shortly after Harry's death. He had committed suicide about a week after Harry died. For a long while everyone thought that someone had killed Ron, making it look like a suicide, but eventually they all accepted the truth. Ron couldn't handle life the way it was and frankly I don't blame him.
Our world has been turned into a hell, a playground for the death eaters to play. Voldermort was like Satan and everyone you talk to would agree with me, some more enthusiastically than others. He was cruel even to his own men but he was even crueler to Dumbledore's Army and even more so to the muggles left in this world.
Hermione was devastated by Harry's death but she was strong. We knew that she would hold on to the hope that was left. We didn't know how long it would last, but we knew she wouldn't go without a fight. We should have known she would die in this way, murdered, and then eaten by some kind of animal.
Now that I think about it, there was a kind of sadness that was held in Hermione's aura. I think that deep inside her heart, she wanted to die. Still, she was all that we had left of the hope the Golden Trio held. She was all that was left of the past we all held in common. She reminded us why we were fighting, why we were risking our lives for the sake of the light that was left in this world. She showed us the small light that still shined despite how fast the darkness was spreading. I think… no, I won't go down that road. This isn't about what I think, this about what the past had been and what it is now. It's about what happened in our world, what happened to our world, and the people within it. It's about how we didn't just lie down and let them beat us!
It's about how we fought back even though we knew that there was little chance we would win. And even though we lost the battle, I think that Hermione would have wanted us to think of it as a victory. She would have wanted us to see the brighter side, the side where the sadness had taken over, where the soul was overcome by the pure righteousness within it.
Even though the world was quickly becoming over-come with darkness spread by Voldermort, we continued to hold on to the light. We dared to hope that there was something more in our future than the darkness that was blown right into our faces. We dared to think that we stood a chance fighting against Voldermort, even when Harry died. We didn't give up even when we lost one of the strongest fighters in our day. We held on, and we fought. We fought so damn hard that the Death Eaters didn't know what had they had coming, and if that damned bastard hadn't betrayed us we would have won too!
Sometimes I think back to that day, the day we attacked Voldermort layer and lost. I think about how stupid we were to trust the little bastard that betrayed us. We should have known I mean he was Lucuis's son for Merlin's sake! We shouldn't have trusted the sneaky little brat, but we did and it cost us our soldiers, and the little light we held.
Now that fire that once burned was gone. There was no one who smiled, no one laughed, and children never played or sang. If they were the children of Death Eaters they were trained to be next in line for the next few battles that would take place in the next 10 years or so, if they were children from Dumbledore's Army, they would be captured and cry for death, if they were muggle children well… we didn't talk about that much.
There was one muggle child we found. She was the soul survivor of a muggle city that was destroyed in the first battle. Ironically her name was Lily, the same name that Harry's mother had been born with.
She was a strange girl, and not just because she was a muggle, or because her name was Lily. She was strange, because she looked exactly like Harry's mum did in the pictures we saw of her and James. Although she was exactly like Harry's mum in many ways I highly doubt Lily Potter had the same personality as Lily Walker, because if she did, I would wonder how Harry grew up to be the way he did.
You see, Lily Walker is kind of… Broken. She speaks in riddles sometimes, and she doesn't ever make sense, especially now days.
I'm looking at her now. She's on the wall right next to me. We're both chained to the wall and I think my wrists have gone raw because of the bracelets around them. They grow tighter every time I move. Lily is currently sleeping like she's lying on a bed. I'll never figure out how she does that. She can sleep anywhere, any day, and any time. Her flaming red hair is long and goes down past her elbows. Her skin is covered in dirt because of how dirty the dungeon we're in is. Her hair is tangled because she hardly ever brushes it. As for me?
Well I have hair the same color as hers, only mine is straighter than hers, but that's only because I brush it all the time. She hadn't brushed it for a while and the rest of us gave up trying when she screamed when we tried to brush it.
My face hasn't really changed, except the freckles I always had disappeared a few years ago- thank god for that. Then again, looks don't really matter anymore these days, because during this time you can't really be picky about who you love. There aren't a whole lot of people left. Well good people anyways, but enough of that! Back to my description. My eyes have stayed the same; we all have the same eyes, my brothers and me. It's always been that way. There's really not much more that you need to know about the way I look, and I'm tired. I think… I think I'll rest for a while.
It's so sudden, this feeling of exhaustion. It's like they put something in me, but no ones been around for hours. No one. I try to keep my eyes open but I know it's not going to work so allow them to stay close. Who wants to be in the waking world anyways? Its nothing but broken dreams, and death. Now, suddenly, the smell of death is near. I hear screaming in the distant, another muggle? I don't think so. No. It sounded like…I take a deep breath when I realize whose scream it is. My eyes shoot open and I hear it again, that scream. That roar. I know that voice anywhere. I hear it in my dreams every night I sleep. My heart beat quickens, my breath becomes shaky. He came. He came. He came. It becomes a light chant in my mind. He came. He came. He came…. Dear god how can this be? I was at his grave only days ago! He came. He came He came. He came… I can't seem to get my mind to concentrate on the facts. He's been dead. Has been for five years, but still I can hear his voice. My mind goes back to the chant. He came. He came. He came. I stare at the door, willing it to open, willing it to show him. He came. He Came. He came. He came. I can hear a howl, a roar of battle. I know this must be some kind of strange animal and I know I should be frightened but my mind just can't seem to concentrate on the important things. He came. He Came He Came. He Came. I feel as if my body is screaming his name. I know I want to scream it. I want to shout it so bad. I don't even flinch as I hear an ear piercing scream, probably from a muggle near by. Then I hear HIS scream. I can't believe it. I don't know what's happening up there, but what ever it is; Lucius Malfoy is getting what he deserves.
I hear footsteps now. Coming faster, towards mine and Lily's cell. I hold my breath. I stare at the door. Lily seems to sense it too, because she's awake now and starring at the door. My grip on the chains is getting tighter. He came. He came. He came. He came. The chant comes back. The footsteps have come closer, and closer, and closer until I see that the door knob is turning. He came. He came. He came. He came. He came. He came. He came. He Came. He came. He Came. He came. He came. He came. He came. He came. I watch the door knob, something tight is clenching at my chest. It's getting harder and harder to breathe until I just give up and hold my breath. I stare at the door. And finally I can't take it anymore, I scream his name.
It's a terrible loud sound that echoes through the entire mansion.
"HARRY!"
He came. He Came. He came. He came. He came…. He came…..HE CAME!
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