Chapter 16 - Harry Potter Fan-fiction 6 - The Death of Harry Potter (1/2)
Plot: Takes place after Sirius dies. Harry receives no help for his depression and he retaliates in nasty letter to the wizard world. With depression and suicide spiraling out of control, Harry sends letters off to his supposed friends.
Pairing: Harry x Multi
NOTE: Its a short one-shot fan-fiction, this novel is just Weasley and Dumbledore bashing as well as just exposing some plot holes in JKR books. Don't read if you don't like novels that have a lot of explaining rather than pure plot.
I do not own Harry Potter JKR does, I think she has enough money, how about spreading it around? :
The Death of
Harry Potter
Harry sat in the compartment with his friends. His heart was breaking from the loss of his godfather as he stared out the window. Across from him, his friends continued chatting as though nothing had happened. They joked, talked and kidded around. Getting up, Harry walked to the door and opened it.
”Where are you going Harry?” Hermione asked.
”The loo. I'll be right back,” Harry replied as he stepped out and closed the door.
Walking down the hall, he stepped into the loo and closed the door. Pulling his wand out, he put a silence spell on the small compartment and sat down. He hugged his knees and rocked back and forth as the tears flowed down his face.
After a few minutes he felt the train slow down. Looking out the small window, he saw they were approaching King's Cross. Harry stood up, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands and face. He then walked back to the compartment. He grabbed his trunk and the cage holding Hedwig. Harry was the first off the train and walking to the barrier. Behind him, Ron and Hermione dragged their trunks, trying to catch him as he came to a stop near the wall.
When the ticket inspector signaled to him, Ron, and Hermione that it was safe to walk through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, Harry found a surprise awaiting him on the other side. A group of people were standing there to greet him, none of whom he had expected.
Tonks stood just behind him, her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the sunlight that filtered through the dirty glass of the station's ceiling. She was wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend THE WEIRD SISTERS.
Next to Tonks was Lupin. His face was pale, and his hair was graying. A long and threadbare overcoat covered his shabby jumper and trousers.
At the front of the group stood Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best. Fred and George, were both wearing brand-new jackets in some kind of lurid green, scaly material.
”Ron, Ginny!” called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying forward and hugging her children tightly. ”Oh, and Harry dear - how are you?”
”Fine,” lied Harry, as she tried to pull him into an embrace. Harry dodged her arm and started walking away.
”Harry, come back here!” Mrs. Weasley ordered, but Harry ignored her and walked towards his uncle.
”Hello, Harry,” said Lupin, as Harry walked by him.
”Hi, what are you doing here?” replied Harry sadly and continued to walk away.
”Harry?” Lupin said. He turned and started following his best friends son, ”We thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you home.”
”That's not a good idea. All of you go home,” Harry replied as he turned around and looked at the order members.
”Oh, I think it is,” growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. ”That'll be them, will it, Potter?”
He pointed with his finger behind Harry. His magical eye was evidently looking right through Harry. Harry looked over his shoulder to see where Mad-Eye was pointing. There, sure enough, were the three Dursleys. They looked positively appalled to see Harry's reception committee.
”Ah, Harry!” said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking turns hugging Hermione. ”Well, shall we do it, then?”
”Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur,” said Moody.
”NO! I said don't do this,” Harry ordered and turned away and started walking towards his relatives. He knew they wouldn't listen, and he was right when he heard them following.
Mr. Weasley walked passed him and took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.
”Good afternoon,” said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. ”You might remember me, my name's Arthur Weasley.”
As Mr. Weasley had singlehandedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, nodded to his cousin. Since what happened last summer, he had done a lot of growing, and he now knew what he had done was wrong.
Harry shoved through the group and continued towards the exit, ”Dudley, where's the car?”
”At the curb, Harry, come on I'll help you,” Dudley said as he waddled after his cousin.
Harry never knew what was said, because he kept walking. Behind him, Hermione started running after Harry to try and stop him so she could talk with him.
”Harry wait up!” Hermione shouted.
Harry stepped out of the station and followed his cousin to the car. Setting the trunk down, he looked at Hermione and said, ”Go home Hermione. Enjoy your family.”
”Harry…”
”We'll see you soon, mate,” said Ron anxiously as he came to a stop next to Hermione.
”Really soon, Harry,” said Hermione earnestly. ”We promise.”
”Whatever, just go home,” Harry replied as Dudley opened the trunk. With his help he shoved his trunk into the boot and closed it. Dudley climbed into the car, and Harry handed him Hedwig's cage. He started to walk around the car when Hermione slammed into his body and hugged him as she cried in his ċhėst.
With a gentle push, he said, ”Stop, Hermione. You and Ron go home, stay away from me. For I'm death to anyone who gets close to me.”
With tears flowing down her face, she shook her head as she replied, ”Stop it, Harry. You are not death. Now we will see you in a few weeks. Stay safe.”
Vernon started the car. With a stomp on the gas, they pulled out of the station and headed home.
Harry watched the traffic as they drove home and an hour later they pulled up into the driveway and climbed out of the car.
”Boy! Upstairs, room now. Write those freaks every three days. You don't have any chores, just stay out of our sight!” Vernon bellowed.
”Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry replied as he pulled his trunk out and, with Dudley carrying Hedwig he went upstairs. Opening the door to his room, he saw it was just as he left it last year. Dropping the trunk at the foot of the bed, he took Hedwig's cage from Dudley and set it on the desk. Opening the window, he let her out to hunt as he turned and walked to the door and shut it.
Harry lay down on the bed and then rolled over onto his side. Tears ran down his face as he drifted off to sleep. Outside, Tonks took up station to watch over her friend.
ooOOooOooOOoo
For the next week, that's all Harry did was sleep and cry.
On Friday, after he returned, he awoke after several hours of sleep. Pecking at the window had woken him. He opened the window, and let the owls in. There were four owls. One from Hermione, one from Ron, another from Hagrid, and the final one was from Remus. Closing the window he went to his trunk and opened it, he pulled out some parchment, quill and ink. He started writing as the tears ran down his face.
The knock on the door startled him, and he said, ”Yes?”
”Harry, are you hungry?” Petunia asked.
”No, thank you. I want to sleep,” Harry replied as he wrote.
”Ok, I will put a sandwich in the fridge.”
”Thanks,” Harry replied as he listened to Petunia walk away.
He wrote five letters, one to Headmaster Dumbledore, one each to Hermione Ron, Remus and Hagrid. Tying the letters to their legs, and Dumbledore's to Hedwig's he then opened the window and let them out again. As Hedwig flew out of sight, Harry grabbed his chair and pinned it under the knob. Going back to his trunk he opened a small box and pulled a vial out as well as a thick envelope. Lying on the bed, he set the envelope on his ċhėst and swallowed the potion meant to destroy his magical core. He laid his head back on his pillow and closed his eyes, as the poison went to work.
ooOOooOooOOoo
Petunia had knocked on the door to see if Harry wanted to eat, he didn't and she walked downstairs. Ten minutes later while she was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, she heard a loud crack of lightning outside and then the soles of shoes pounding on the concrete as someone ran up the walk and slammed into the door. Before she could scream anything the door went flying into the kitchen and heard someone running up the stairs.
A loud crash was heard and she followed to see the door to her nephew's room hanging from one hinge.
Then a loud ”No!” was heard.
Going to the door she looked in and saw the scruffy looking man from the train station holding Harry. Tears were running down his face as he hugged the boy. Petunia felt the tears run down her face as she realized that her nephew was dead.
”Why?” she asked as she stepped in and saw the envelope on the edge of the bed. Picking it up, she opened it and started reading.