And as the sharp sting came, it was no surprise.

And he knew no more.

And then it all stopped mattering. Just like that....

Chapter 6: No More

Hogwarts :

It was mid morning by the time anyone took notice that that Harry Potter was missing.

The bright new day, started out especially promising, with the night rain still sparkling like dew all over the grass and trees.

Some sun cleared the stiff gray air and turned the fog into a shimmery coating that like a large magnifying glass showed the virtues of the new day, its faults concealed by the few remaining clouds.

Ron and Hermione were both hunched together, whispering nervously. Hermione's eyes fixed at the surrounding students to make sure they weren't eavesdropping.

Ron just tried to shake off the uneasy feeling-he hated feelings like that, action on the other hand was something he could understand.

Waking up that morning Ron's mind was busy with pleasant fantasies; the kind that involved him praised by the entire school population or at list fantastically rich.

So at first he didn't notice, his best friend missing. If he was honest with himself Harry wasn't much company lately anyway.

Sometimes the uneasy feelings Ron disliked were triggered by Harry's presence alone;not that he dared even think of it.

But when breakfast was almost over, and Harry wasn't anywhere insight, Hermione dragged him aside.

'Did he say anything last night?' her voice was edgy with nerves.

Ron fidgeted in discomfort "no, I don't think so" at Hermione's glare he couldn't help saying

"You know what's Harry like! I mean he doesn't say anything…"

"I'm just asking, and this isn't funny he might be hurt, Ron!"

Ron grimaced,No he might be somewhere else,he thought And we are just worrying each other sick.

"Maybe you should ask my brothers, bet he just went out with them till late"

Hermione was still glaring but at last she nodded and went on to ask the twins. And after that she ruthlessly questioned almost anyone she could put her hands on.

Ron wasn't particularly happy to be dragged around, by Hermione. But even he had to admit by lunchtime that Harry was missing and nothing but going to the headmaster was a reasonable thing to do.

They would have done so earlier had they not encountered all this rumors, almost every student had something to say about Harry:

By lunch Harry managed to:drown at the lake, kill himself, turn himself over to the dark lord, and even fly away on a Hippogriff.

And all this without a blink of an eye! Or a real witness as to where this information came from, it was all: "my friends friend saw Potter do this"…

"I swear if I hear this rubbish one more time I'm going to hex someone!" Hermione was aggravatingly pulling at her hair.

Ron was just confused.

"Some of it actually made sense.. I mean" he fidgeted at the Hermione's darkening expression "Harry had done some unusual things in the past"…

At that both of them stayed silent.

Maybe realizing for the first time that Harry was some one they didn't know as well as they thought. For even they had their own horror scenes playing,and it was far from comforting.

An hour later Dumbledore summoned all the order members, they set in his office with grim expressions, politely declining offers of lemon drops,and the search was on.

The upcoming days It all had to be kept as hushed as possible, Hermione even had to lie that Harry was just sick, a flu he caught, nothing serious.

While Ron, gladly accepted this lie as truth for the time being.

At most putting a comforting arm on Hermione's shoulder, while she lost her nerve and cried.

Only one Draco Malfoy noticed the absence, for the affect was highly unsettling for him, like a hole in the stomach.

Sitting at the table, his back straight.

He came to the shattering realization that the absence of ones enemy was worse then the lose of ones friend, thus he concluded somberly to himself.

For friends were won easily enough, but not many could win to be his long time enemies.

And the void that lived to be filled with the passion of one Harry potter, of the obsessive competition and fighting, was a deep one.

And the sour taste that was left in Draco's mouth, at the thought that it was over forever, was enough to drive him to hate.

Yes, hate. Draco hated them all –a vivid red hate: all who ever touched Harry Potter spoke to him, knew him-all who dared be his enemy's friends.

All who had Harry even for a little time, like he never would.

Harry:

It didn't hurt. No pain, just the strange unnatural sensations of having his blood leave his veins.

And the cold that seemed to take its place.

Harry was somewhere new, not just place but his own body felt alien. After all not everyday does it have blood sucked out of it with such force.

And the edges of his vision swam with vivid colors-maroon, and coral pink accompanied by burned orange and deep blue.

The hours lost their meaning, as they passed. The meaning of an hour was drained from his mind.

Just the powerful scent of earth and rain, tinged with a toxic metallic taste. He was lying on his back his eyes closed, like a rag doll thrown away.

But his mind was busy analyzing the happenings around him.

-The first time the sharp painful thing that was digging into his neck, came free.

The shocking rush of air that came into his lungs. when breathing became easy once more.

-The dizzying movement of being picked up and carried somewhere far away.

Eventually when time stopped so did his heart.

For a moment the charge of life went through him and he could see his life running on a screen, so fast and yet so slow, so short and yet so full of unnecessary death.

Unnecessary weakness, this emotions that meant pain. No more of that, he knew.

Harry knew that never again would he let his heart hurt, never again would he be a tool in another's hands.

Harry screamed. For so long that his voice seemed to come from somewhere distant.

And then he felt warm all over, he was filled with sweetness that made his limbs feel liquid.

Harry was aware of the ceiling above his head, made of hard stone he mused.

And the flickering candles around him, shaped as a perfect circle-that he was laying in the middle of.

Above him a magnificent figure stood. It was Dimitri dressed in divine red. His face so cold and expressionless.

But his eyes shone a radiant sapphire that made Harry's already weak heart skip a beat.

' Are you ready to die, Harry?' the voice sounded commanding, only yes or no would do.

And Harry already knew the answer for that,

'Yes'. He said but no sound came from his lips. But the fading figure seemed to understand,

'You will Harry, and then you'll be strong, nothing would hurt you no more'.

And so as he's vision swam from lose of blood, Harry was gently held as the last of his life was drained from him.

Dimitri held him, while the candle flames flickered and went out. And Harry felt safe in the darkness.

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