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Harry Potter Fan Fiction

OK, to give y'all something to read....

Posted on 2006.07.26 at 07:59
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The two standing figures peered at each other through the smoke. There were perhaps a dozen small fires still burning, one or two of which had once been living beings. Now all that lived on this battlefield was the two of them.

The taller figure laughed, its voice high, piping. “I’ve won, Potter. I’ve taken away everything that you had, everything you were fighting for.”

Harry looked silently at him for a long, long time. “You still don’t get it, do you, Tom?”

DO NOT CALL ME THAT!” It was a howl of rage. “I am not my filthy Muggle father! I reject him, and I reject his name. I am Lord Voldemert!

“No, Tom.” Harry shook his head sadly. “I understand how a frightened little boy can invent a powerful new identity, pretend to be someone different, more powerful, than himself. But that time is over. It’s finished. There are no super-powered alter egos any more, Tom. Just you and me.”

One too many!” the piping voice snarled. “Avada Kedavra!

The green light struck Harry’s chest, and slid down him, hot butter on a Teflon pan, to sink harmlessly into the earth.

“No, Tom,” Harry said. “All of your power comes from fear, and I have none left. What else can you do to me?”

He turned and walked a few paces to two smoking, charred shapes on the ground, their outlines barely human. What had been arms outstretched towards one another, what had been reaching fingers crisped, still inches apart, never to touch again. Harry’s tears flowed freely as he squatted on his haunches to regard those ruined digits. “Ron… Hermione…”

He looked at Riddle. “Even as they died, they loved, Tom. They loved each other--” he gestured at the reaching fingers, blackened and insensate. “They loved me. And I still love them.”

He stood again, and walked across the lawn of 4 Privet Drive. What had been Petunia resembled some of the more unappetizing school lunches he’d been served in the years before Hogwarts. Flames licked merrily from the large lump beside her. Left untended, Vernon Dursley’s body would probably burn for days. “She loved her sister enough, Tom, to take me in, even though all I represented to her was pain, and death, and a world that terrified her. And he loved her enough to dive head-first into that world, to attack you in her defense.”

A few more steps, to another, charred, smoking body. Again, Harry squatted down. “I’m sorry, Severus. I’m not my father. I’m ashamed of what he did to you. And I have to believe that, long before the end, so was he.” He looked longer at the corpse. “Poor, torn Severus. Did you ever know, in your own heart, which master you were serving?”

Harry reached out and grasped Snape’s shoulder, warm charcoal beneath his touch, and rolled the body over. Beneath it, white-blond hair, and terrified blue eyes. “Hello, Draco.”

He pulled the other boy to his feet. “Don’t, oh don’t kill me,” Draco Malfoy whined, “oh, don’t, please, don’t.”

Harry shook his head. “Learn from this, Malfoy,” he said. “All the hate. All the fear. All he did, all he lost, all he sacrificed, and look what it got him. You never had much of a chance, Draco, and you still don’t have much, but you do have some chance. Look what it got him, and ask yourself if it’s worth the price.”

He walked back to the tall, frail figure, looked at the red, serpent’s eyes. “And even now, at the end of all things, you still don’t get it. You’ve been killing yourself, a piece at a time, for your whole life, and you still…” Harry sighed. “You’re so afraid of dying, that in the end, fear is all you have. You’re so afraid of dying that you’re afraid to live.” He shook his head. “It’s over, Tom.”

“I don’t think so, Whelp. I am the mightier. I still hold my wand! Avada Kedavra!” again the awful green light simply poured down Harry’s body and dissipated into the ground.

“It’s just a stick, Tom,” said Harry quietly. He gestured vaguely with his bare right hand in the general direction of London. “Accio veil.

There was a pop, and a light puff of wind, what you might get from a door opening into a small building, and the stone archway suddenly stood alongside them, the tattered, dark fabric fluttering across its opening.

He looked back to the other. The serpent’s eyes were wide and terrified. “You can’t!” the high voice whined. “You won’t!”

He looked away again, looked at the dead. Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Snape and McGonagall, the Dursleys and the Weasleys, Remus and Tonks. And beyond them all, Ginny. Ginny who fell first, eyes still determined, heart still full of love as it burst wide within her breast. It was all such a waste. All this, for a frightened old man, who thought he could hold back death. All for nothing.

“It’s time, Tom,” he said, still quietly, before turning back to the black-robed form. “You know it is.”

Riddle stepped backwards, serpentine eyes wide. “I can’t, Harry,” he pleaded. “I’m so afraid.”

The voices whispered from behind the fluttering, tattered black cloth.

Harry held out a hand to the old wizard. “I know you are, Tom. It’s all right. I’ll be with you.”

The crimson eyes looked down at the reaching hand. “You… You will?”

“Of course I will, Tom. Why would I stay? What have I left?” He stepped closer to the frightened old man, and laid his hand gently on the shoulder, misshapen beneath the black robe. “I’m sorry, Tom. I really am. It must be a terrible thing to be so afraid of death – to give up all that made you human. All you had to trade for life was everything that made life worth living. And even at that price, you didn’t get the immortality you bargained it for.” He gestured toward the whispered voices. “There’s something for us there, Tom. And how could it possibly be worse than what you have here?”

The wide red eyes slowly closed. Harry took the other shoulder, and turned the old man toward the veil. He took a breath, and looked back again, across the field. Malfoy still stood, staring.

“Remember what I told you, Draco,” he called. “Goodbye.”

And he turned again, and took the wizened old hand in his.

“Come on, Tom,” he said, and they stepped together through the opening, leaving behind smoke, and the sound of rustling cloth.


Comments:


alloy_
alloy_ at 2006-07-26 12:48 (UTC) (Link)
Very Neil Gaiman'ish, at first I thought that Harry was very Out Of Character, but the end redeemed itself.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-26 12:59 (UTC) (Link)
I figure we're long enough in the future that Harry's learned to truly love, and now that everything he's ever feared has come to pass, love is all he has left.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-26 13:03 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, and being a goober, I forgot to say, "Thank you so much!" A comparison to Gaiman is high praise indeed.
mrsquizzical
mrsquizzical at 2006-07-26 13:35 (UTC) (Link)
i'm still recovering from the idea of ron and hermione being charcoal.....

i like that he can walk through the veil with tom.

but why does draco get to be the only one who lives huh? huh?
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-26 13:40 (UTC) (Link)
Because Draco needs to learn yet. Harry, Ron and Hermione died with love enlightenment in their hearts.
mrsquizzical
mrsquizzical at 2006-07-26 14:10 (UTC) (Link)
aaahhhh i seeeee.... :)
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-26 14:44 (UTC) (Link)
It also, of course, gives Harry the opportunity to be genuinely merciful, and to value a life, and aknowledge the possibility of redemption.
magnolialane
magnolialane at 2006-07-26 17:34 (UTC) (Link)
Harry took on a Dumbledore-ish quality which was refreshing to see. If you hadn't said it was Harry speaking, I would have sworn it was DD himself. It's very sad to think that everyone but Draco died. Very good work.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-26 17:40 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks very much. I actually hadn't seen the Dumbledore quality till you mentioned it -- I was just thinking that this was a Harry who'd learned wisdom, and the power of love -- but, of course! And who else would Harry aspire to become?
mrsquizzical
mrsquizzical at 2006-07-26 22:18 (UTC) (Link)
yes. who else has modelled exactly this quality for him!
elfwhistletree
elfwhistletree at 2006-07-27 00:15 (UTC) (Link)
Very elegant story - it fits neatly with all that has happened so far.

I think JKR would be assassinated if she actually did something like that in Book 7, however. While this ending is all very Christian and moral, I think it would lead to an awful lot of sobbing kids and irate parents.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-27 00:29 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks very much for the kind words.

I certainly wouldn't expect JKR to end Book Seven this way -- if I did, there wouldn't be much point in writingthe fic, after all!

I never in a million years thought of this ending as Christian, but, as with Magnolia Lane's seeing Dumbledore in Harry, I can absolutely see that, and can't disagree. This is, possibly, the best part of writing something: an audience that can show you what you yourself don't know you created!

Thank you so much.

BTW: Much of my other fiction is not remotely Christian nor moral, so if you're looking for that, check summaries carefully.
elfwhistletree
elfwhistletree at 2006-07-27 08:32 (UTC) (Link)
I've been thinking a lot about the HP books, becasue we are listening to the tapes in the car with the kids, and how JKR can possible manage to wrap up all the zillions of story threads she has started in just one more volume in a satisfactory way. She is a jolly good storyteller, so I'm sure she will do it (more or less) but there's just such a lot to cover. The end of GoF needed an hour of exposition from Hermione after the big fight scene just for that book!

I was pleased that you had picked out for me the "Dumbledore" themes that had been hiding in the back of my brain - "Death is not the worst thing that can happen", "Love is the best weapon", "Redemption" and it's clear to me now that they can lead to this sort of Aslan ending. It would be one way for JKR to get out of writing any pesky sequels so she can relax and enjoy her (well-earned) millions.

I agree, Book & will end quite differently - however I expect these themes to persist - excatly how that will work remains to tantalise us for next year.

I will read some more of your fics, because I thought this one was very good - but not before work this morning!

Don't worry, I am an agnostic ( or at least a member of the Church of England ), have been over 17 for more than 20 years, and you will have to try quite hard to corrupt or shock me online. Note that this is neither a challenge nor an invitation. ;-)
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-07-27 09:33 (UTC) (Link)
This is such a great, thoughtful response. I actually thought the story was kind of slight, so it's just incredibly gratifying to get such a thoroughly-considered reaction!

I've friended you, and placed you in the group where all my LJ fics are available to you. Enjoy!
elfwhistletree
elfwhistletree at 2006-07-27 21:33 (UTC) (Link)
Thanks a lot - I've friended you back - not that I update very often.
pghpatronus
pghpatronus at 2006-08-14 01:20 (UTC) (Link)
This was both heartbreaking and uplifting as well. Harry has lost everyone but he has finally found what he is looking for.

Harry is a bit older here, I am guessing by the wisdom of his words?

You've captured the theme of Harry Potter - love.

I like your inclusion of Snape and Draco as well. I just believe they're on the right side.

Could this end the saga of Harry Potter? Tragic ending for an unwilling hero.

I really liked this. Well written.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-08-14 08:34 (UTC) (Link)
I actually thought of this as a year after Dumbledore died. But a year after the death of Dumbledore would, I think, make Harry a lot older. Being in charge of your own destiny does that.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-08-14 08:34 (UTC) (Link)
Oh, and because I'm a goober, I forgot to say, Thank you for the wonderful review!
aegnoralkarin
aegnoralkarin at 2006-08-23 16:48 (UTC) (Link)
Wonderfully maudlin is the first phrase that came to mind as I read this fic. This just makes me all tingly and 'love-thy-fellow-man' and I am in awe at how you managed to lend Harry a Dumbledoreish quality without making Harry seem too OOC. All the main themes JKR has been (knowingly or otherwise) slinging at us brought to the fore. But I do agree with elfwhistletree that Jk's not likely to end the series this way.
This has been quite the best way to end the day. I intend to print this and show my mam, who's not big on the 'Net, but will appreciate writing of this order of quality.
Ciao!
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-08-23 16:58 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you very much for the kind review.

I see this Harry as being pretty close to the Harry of the books, but having lost literally everything he has to live for, and being Dumbledore's man, through and through, having found that he's reacting, as the saying goes, more in sorrow than in anger.
aegnoralkarin
aegnoralkarin at 2006-08-23 17:21 (UTC) (Link)
Well, there is that, and then there's Tom's sheer bravado peeled away layer by layer.
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-08-23 17:24 (UTC) (Link)
True. I see that as self-inflicted, though. Tom's just never understand that you can't defeat a man with nothing to lose.
xedra
xedra at 2006-08-28 19:28 (UTC) (Link)
*sniffle* The image of a charred Ron and Hermione reaching for each other will stay with me.

And Harry saying he'll go with Tom through the veil, oh that just grabbed at my heart!

What a story!
Jonathan Andrew Sheen
leviathan0999 at 2006-08-28 19:57 (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad this little story touched you. It's gotten such a kind response here on my LJ, and one, lonely review on HPFF.

Thank you for taking the time to read it.

And remember, this Ron and Hermione had found their love, and they too were going on to something more.
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