Harry Potter and the forgotten spells
Set after the war. Please comment and like. Please note that I will be editing as I write as I plan to update on a regular basis. Starts off as a T rating, but this is subject to change depending on where the story takes us. Enjoy
Chapter 1
There were a few seconds after Harry woke up were he didn't open his eyes and he remained in those blissful moments where he didn't remember anything. He forgot that he had finally defeated Voldemort, that good had triumphed over evil and somehow he had managed to survive, though many greater witches and wizards had sacrificed themselves – for the greater good.
Remembering this phrase from Dumbledore, and he had recently discovered, Grindlewald is what popped those few peaceful seconds of ignorant bliss and brought it all flooding back for Harry. It was like a monsoon and he felt like he was drowning in the sheer weight of the past few years. Pure instinct to survive is what had kept him going his whole life, but now that drive was gone there was nothing left, no dark lord to fight, no horecrux to destroy and only a few people left that didn't need protecting anymore.
Harry nearly died of fright when he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Kreacher's blurry face. Harry quickly sat up and put on his glasses.
Kreacher was looking at Harry in the same way that Harry had seen him look at Mrs Black, pure love and devotion shone through his eyes with a lingering possessiveness hidden in their dark depths. "Kreacher" Harry sighed whilst calming himself after the shock. "Master has finally awoken, Kreacher has not left his side since he triumphed over the dark lord and brought master Regulas' death justice. Kreacher has been keeping watch and making sure that no one disturbs his master's rest, but Kreacher needs to warn master Harry that many have tried to see him". Kreacher said whilst handing Harry a sandwich and a bottle of potion. "Thanks Kreacher" Harry said before he downed the potion, shuddered and then began to eat his sandwich. Truthfully Harry was grateful for the house elf keeping people at bay for the time being. He knew that he was not ready to face it all yet and he really needed the rest. His body ached all over, bruises, scratches now spread across every inch of him. Harry remembered a few years ago when he thought that he would quite like to see what the other Auror's looked like in comparison to Moody before he considered the career choice. However he hadn't had that luxury, he had practically been an Auror for years without gtting paid for it. "Tonks had been an Auror and she hadn't looked too bad" he thought fairly. The thought of Tonks and Mad Eye brought tears to Harry's eyes, Teddy was an orphan now just like Harry, "at least Teddy will grow up knowing about the wizarding world and his godfather" he thought. It was this thought that caused the tears to spill over. At first his crying was gentle, a steady stream that blurred his vision despite his glasses being on, but the crying soon turned into heart wrenching sobs that rocked his entire body.
Harry was crying as though he were in physical pain, he was crying for everything he had lost, everything he had grew up without and everything he would have to spend the rest of his life missing. He was sobbing harder than he ever had before. The pain in his chest grew and grew and he couldn't get it under control. He didn't care if anyone walked in and saw him like this. He didn't care that Kreacher was hovering over him concerned. He felt gentle arms around him and those arms seemed to take some of his pain from him. He was finally able to drift into an exhausted sleep and leave the pain behind for now.
Meanwhile, in the great hall similar sobbing was occurring no one was celebrating the final defeat of Voldemort. Almost everybody was crowded around their loved ones' bodies and wailing in sorrow. The few who weren't around bodies rocked back and forth in the corner as they come to terms with the fact that all of their family and friends were gone and they were now alone in the world.
Snape's body laid alone in the boat house. No one had found it yet, but it was only a matter of time before someone found his body and looked at it in disgust before telling someone. Harry and Harry alone knew the truth behind the hero, but he had died being one of the most hated wizards in England, and even after Harry had cleared his name there would probably still be many who harboured hatred towards him.
Of all people, it was Horace Slughorn who found Snape's body. He had gone down to the boat house to take a boat out to the middle of the lake to find the merfolk. In his opinion they needed a good shouting at. They hadn't done anything to help in the battle and he knew they could have because he like Dumbledore could speak mermish. He trotted down the many steps to the boat house in anger. He wanted to do something and he needed to get out of the great hall. The loss and sorrow were much too overwhelming, the price the world had paid for freedom seemed to be too high of a cost.
When Horace looked upon his fellow Slytherin he felt no pity for the man. In his opinion Severus had gotten what he had deserved. He looked at the body that was covered in blood with tears still clear upon his ghostly white face and wondered were to put the body. "Perhaps I could call a house elf to take him up to the castle and put him in the chamber next to his master" Horace thought bitterly. He was surprised about how angry he felt because he usually remained impassive, but not a day had gone by that he didn't miss Lily Evans and Voldemort had been responsible for her demise, and by extension Severus.
Horace decided to leave the body here and notify someone at the castle that it was down here. He looked at the boat and glanced at the calm lake. The day looked so nice and inviting, the sun was out, but he knew that no one would be enjoying themselves today, not with so many hearts breaking.
Horace turned around when something in caught his eye. It was an empty vile. The boat house seemed a strange place to see an empty potion vile. Usually there were stricked rules about any kind of rubbish being left so close to the lake because the merfolk would not be happy with any littering in their waters.
He bent down and examined the vile closely. A single drop of greed potion was left in the vile and Horace sniffed at it, wondering what it could be. It took a while whist he inspected the drop to decide on what it was. Finally, Horace concluded that the vile must have contained some sort of antidote. Yes, it was clear to him now that he must be correct in his assumption, because the droplet shimmered when he tilted it towards the like and he could see a few faint particles of an ingredient only used in the strongest antidote – powdered unicorn horn.
Idly Horace wondered why someone would make this. If it had been made correctly then this must have taken them a year at the very least to brew. Horace couldn't fathom the reason behind the brewing; he corked the bottle and began to leave the boat house. However, before he managed to take another step he heard a weak voice behind him.
"Harry.."