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One moment he was in Hogwarts, now here he was running through the long hallways of the department of mystery’s, maybe later he would feel stupid for making such a abrupt decision if he wasn’t so worried about Sirius.
Then, out of the sudden he knocked back by a random blue spell
“Fuck!” He yelled, quickly trying to get up as his head throbbed, his hand touched the shattered glass on the floor wincing as he quickly fired back a spell, making the death eater he was fighting fly back;
“Ron! Mione’!” He roared looking for his friends when he found himself alone in the mist of darkness
“Lumos” he whispered conjuring a soft blue light in the tip of his wand his eyes snapping to every corner almost frantically as he took a step forward followed by another till he got to a corner turning left when he stopped death on his tracks
...Harry…
A voice murmured in his ear making him spin around so quickly it left him dizzy, the hairs on his skin stood and a shiver ran down his spine, half from fear, half from… desire?
“Who’s there?” He snapped pointing his wand at nothing before sprinting away to a small light in the distance knowing fighting in the dark would be useless and very much stupid. After running for what felt like an eternity he finally got to the light opening a door that lead him to the Death chamber, his eyes snapping to his friends being held by death eaters;
“Malfoy.” he snarled, the disgust in his voice so unapologetically noticeable it was almost visible. Without a second thought he attempted to cast a spell towards the man when he was suddenly struck by another death eater grunting as he was placed in a chokehold
“Aw is baby potty angry?” The screeching voice of Bellatrix filled the room as she pouted mockingly at him before cackling, her laugh loud and sharp grinding on each one of his nerves, his hands clenching painfully around the arms of whatever loser was detaining him, as he was about to yell at her in his rage a flash of light knocked her back, followed by many other flashes of light suddenly the form of Sirius materialized immediately knocking Rockwood’s wand out of his hand and then a fight began when the members of the Order of the Phoenix appeared one after the other, Harry smiled brightly quickly running to Sirius side a wave of relief passed through his body seeing that his Godfather was in-fact okay but then he was overcome with guilt and shame with the knowledge that he had been deceived.
“Siri’ i..” Harry whispered an apology already forming in his tongue
“Are you all okay, pup?” Sirius asked before Harry could finish, spells flying through the air from side to side, the apology dying in his mouth as he nodded quickly focusing on the fight in hand, fighting side by side with Sirius, as he managed to knock Malfoy back his eyes unconsciously darted to Sirius for a spark of pride
“Nice one,James!” Sirius announced and Harry felt his stomach turn, it was not the first time Sirius had called him that and he didn’t blame the man. But he couldn’t help but feel sick at being called by the name of a man he never knew. A reminder of a life he could have had. But that was a dilemma he didn’t have time to have right now. Currently trying to remember every defensive spell he knew, recalling the lessons he gave to the students back at Hogwards.
Like a Sixth sense he looked to the corner of the room watching as Bellatrix form materialized from a black cloud and then—
he knew.—
Like he had lived all this in a different time.
As he watched the bright green spell shot from the witches wand he thought ‘please not him’
His body unconsciously shot forward placing himself in front of his godfather his eyes closing in acceptance as he physically felt the spell getting closer, he didn’t fear he felt almost relieved, ‘at least Sirius gonna be alright’ He thought, and that was enough.
But his relief was short lived as an invisible force jerked him back forcibly as if saying—
…Not today,Harry.
As the green spell hit his Godfather chest Harry looked up at Sirius helplessly his face twisting in a way it never did no matter the pain he was in, he felt Remus arms wrap around him before he could run towards the veil, a screeching mournful scream left Harry’s mouth making all the people present falter before moving again, then as if snapping back Harry watched as Bellatrix sneaked out of the chamber, Harry squirmed his way out of Lupin’s arm running towards the witch, blinded by rage.
“I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black!” The witch taunted loudly skipping away like a child who just got candy, Making Harry deaf to the warning’s and calls from his friends still in the Death Chamber. As he raced towards The Dark Lord loyal dog, the unforgivable curse rolled from his tongue like he had done it countless times instead of one.
“Crucio!” He snarled, the curse making the witch screech and fall down unforgivably—
…do it again…just say the spell…
That voice again. That sinful and irritating voice.
And then as if under a spell, the curse left his mouth once again making the witch writhe in pain but she didn’t stop laughing making his anger rise, but the green flames that appeared in the corner of his eye snapped him back to reality like a bucket of cold water, the sudden appearance of Dumbledore made shame burn hot in his chest, taking a step away from Bellatrix as the witch quickly fled at the first opportunity.
“Sir..” Harry whispered trying to come up with an excuse to him using an unforgivable curse his hands still shaking from the thrill of the curse leaving him breathless, the old man slowly walked towards him, almost too slowly. Like Harry was a ticking bomb, unpredictable and ready to explode.
Harry hated that.
The familiar anger rising once again inside him before he quickly pushed it away;
“Harry… how are you, my boy?” Dumbledore asked his voice taking that caring grandpa tone Harry knew so well, but this time instead of feeling comforted Harry felt like The Headmaster was asking it out of obligation, like he wanted to say something else…
No. he must be imagining things.—
“Sir… Sirius..He” Harry tried to say but the words caught in his throat, his head throbbing like something was trying to crawl its way out. Then Harry fell to his knees unceremoniously, his hands on his forehead covering his scar as he screamed, pain overflowing and burning in every inch and corner of his skin, and for a split second he could hear a quiet voice in the back of his hea trying to.. comfort him?
and then— relief. But more then that, he felt utterly and completely numb to everything.
He could still faintly feel his mouth forming the words ’you old fool’ and he saw the way Dumbledore paled, but he couldn’t hear himself, like he was watching a memory that belong to someone else like he wasn’t in his own body, his vision slowly got darker and darker despite still watching himself talk through The headmaster eyes before he finally succumbed to the darkness.