"NON!" Fleur screamed as she watched her bond mate collapse in front of her. She fell to her knees beside him, not caring what else happened to her. "Non," She murmur again as started to touch her bondmate. The inability to see her hands frustrated her so she quickly cast a finite command to remove the disillusionment charm. Tears ran freely down her face as she cradled the lifeless body of her bondmate. "Non...non...non..." She kept repeating until she realized that he really was gone. "I love you 'Arry," She started to repeat.
When his curse hit Potter, pain like he had never felt before erupted throughout Voldemort's body. It was like his very blood was boiling. Only pure instinct allowed him to block hexes from two of the people who had noticed his weakened state and had tried to take advantage. Voldemort knew he had to get away; the advantage was no longer his. As he looked around he realized he hadn't done all he had wanted to do that night, but he had accomplished the two most important ones. He had a body and Harry Potter was dead. He turned his gaze onto his old Professor and a cruel evil smile appeared on his snake-like face. "And so ends the prophecy."
When Dumbledore had led the small amount of people he had into the graveyard, a black-haired man immediately had shifted into a form of a dog and streaked through the brilliant light coming from the cauldron, chasing after another man who was stumbling away; the man who had betrayed him and his friends trust so many years ago.
Just as he reached the man he launched his canine body onto the back of him and dragged him to the ground. Before the two of them were even on the ground, the dog was once again a man with a wand in his hand. "Hello Peter, fancy meeting you here," Sirius snarled.
Peter Pettigrew looked around for his master in hopes he might be saved but saw him surrounded by Dumbledore, Moony and a man he didn't recognize. Looking back at Sirius he saw the tip of a wand an inch from his nose.
"I won't make the same mistake I made last year Wormtail," Sirius said. "Stupefy." He felt elation at finally capturing the man who had betrayed him and James so long ago; the man who would almost guarantee his freedom. It was then that Sirius noticed the bleeding missing hand for the first time. I'm not about to let you die," He whispered to the Pettigrew's unconscious form as he cast an emergency tourniquet spell. "Not yet anyway."
With Pettigrew secured, Sirius turned back to the fight. He was just in time to watch his godson launch himself in front of the killing curse that was going to miss him. It was then that Sirius saw Fleur reappear and realized why Harry had done it.
"NO!" Sirius screamed into the darkness as he watched Fleur cradle Harry's lifeless body in the darkness of the graveyard. His mind went numb and his body followed. He sunk to his knees as the weakness took over his body and then he fell the last couple of feet to the ground. As he lay beside his captive, Sirius realized he had made the same mistake he had made thirteen years ago. He had wanted revenge more than he had wanted to protect Harry. Ironically he realized as a crystal clear thought broke through his muddled brain, that he had a good chance of going free with the capture of Pettigrew but now he had no life he wanted to return to.
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"Dying isn't so painful," Harry thought as he found himself lying on something hard, something that was not the grass that was in the graveyard. "At least the pain in my arms is gone," He thought to himself as he let out a sigh.
"Fourteen and I'm already dead but I guess I've been on borrowed time for the last thirteen of them," He thought as he slowly opened his eyes to see what the afterlife had in store for him. He was surprised to find himself back in the bondimage again, or at least that was his first impression. He found himself lying in the house he had imagined all those years ago; the same house that represented his bondimage. This time though, he was lying on the library floor completely naked. He sat up quickly looked around hoping to see Hermione, then remembering he was dead he banished those hopes.
The house was quiet; no sounds of any kind could be heard. A loneliness pressed into him as he realized he no longer felt his bondmates. He swallowed back the sense of loss before deciding to explore the house and see what eternity had in store for him. As he stood, he became self-conscious about not having any clothes, and just as he thought it, a pile of new clothes appeared next to him.
"I never imagined the afterlife being like this," Harry thought after he had pulled his clothes on. Over the next few minutes he wandered from room to room. When he came to the stairs that led upstairs, he discovered a major difference in this house and the one he dreamed of during his earlier years. There was a door where no door ever existed before. It was a cupboard door; one designed for under the stairs. He stood and stared at the door for the longest time feeling both a desire to open it and another to run away from it.
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