Lemon Kitten's "Write the End to Book 7" Competition Entry
Odd to think that it was over. Odd to think that everything was over.
Everything. Harry blinked slowly, gazing at the strangely shaped
the whispers and thoughts of all that had passed through it, caressing
their melodies. Odd to think that Voldemort was actually gone,
reborn, who knew. Odd to think Voldemort's ending had been from the
Voldemort's own wand. A couple of hours ago he didn't think he could
Freshly graduated from Hogwarts with a number of possible professions
before him but now... now he stood before the veil.
His wand hand lifted up to touch the cracked stone of the archway. It
little cool, as if there had just been a frost and the rock was still
the temperature. The veil fluttered slightly and the whispers called
Harry hadn't told Ron and Hermione where he would be; he hadn't had a
They had been guarding Snape while he, Neville and Luna had walked,
apparated the dangerous path to Azkaban. You must destroy the
had been told. So they went. And they fought.
And then Voldemort had come.
The murmuring noises were growing clearer. He could catch various
almost thought he understood them, but they were quickly lost from his
dream. Harry's left hand crept slowly up towards the veil, and he
interest. His other hand gripped the stone, feeling the cool seep into
until finally, his fingertips barely touched the black. A warm feeling
from his fingers all through his body like a hot bath--the only
piece of his body was his right hand, gripping the stone, feeling the
wondering what it would be like to place both hands onto the veil.
Wondering what it would be like to step into it.
Harry had felt this before. This strong inclination to walk through
laid beyond it. But Hermione was not here to save him now. She was
still watching for Death Eaters, keeping Snape under control and safe,
with Ron. Besides, Sirius was here. Harry's right hand quickly
and suddenly, he knew those whispers.
"Hermione, weve been through this before...We're not going through
afterward, it's bad enough doing them once."
A small tear dribbled down his cheek. Why was he crying? "Voldemort
whispered to himself.
"I am afraid
I am afraid that you are in grave danger!"
His nose was almost touching the sheer surface. If it did, would he be
see beyond it? Would Sirius be there, waiting for him to come save him
whatever lay there? Despite the warmth in his body, Harry noticed his
starting to condense and come out as fog. Another tear fell.
"Yeah -- hes mine -- bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub
I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the --"
What would it be like for wizarding kind now? Would another Tom
Grindelwald, another Fudge appear to torment them? Probably. It never
Not that it mattered. There would always be a Harry Potter to defeat
for righteousness. Make Godric Gryffindor proud. Harry sighed and
breath weave its way through the curtain; he pressed his forehead
closing his eyes.
"I'm going to be a knight."
"But one does not parade the fact that one
Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner
not to make others nervous."
"I believed it myself -- until I saw the
Because the Marauders map never lies ... Peter's alive."
Mercury. Why don't you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought
Harry didn't realize that he was inching forward, that his hands had
beyond the veil, and his nose, and his foot was getting ready to step
could feel things drifting through his hands; it felt like when Sir
touched him. He shivered, yearning to find, straining to hear, not
would happen, wondering what people would do if he never came back,
the archway was like the Mirror of Erised...but it just made it all come
"It was Hagrid, Ron. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years
know, of course, that they have called this boy my downfall."
"Wheres my Dudders?
Wheres my neffy poo?"
"There are all kinds of courage. It takes a
of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to
Eyes still clenched shut, Harry didn't know what one of his feet was
It felt solid. He turned his face away from the veil, still not ready,
wanting to see Sirius, still wanting to speak with Hermione and Ron,
thinking about all the things Dumbledore had never told him about. The
were no longer whispers, but screaming voices, reminding him of all
done, what he would never be able to do. Voldemort.
"Flesh -- of the servant -- w-willingly given -- you will -- revive --
"Ah, go boil yer heads, both of yeh. Harry -- yer a wizard."
can leave an imprint of themselves upon the earth, to walk palely where
living selves once trod. But very few wizards choose that path."
Decided, he stepped through the veil, looking back one final time at
would be leaving. As his other foot fell into the darkness and he felt
slipping away, staring at him outside of the veil, was Sirius.