Just Let Me Die
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
30,587
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
30,587
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sanctrium Curium
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers…sadly…
A/N: Ok I am really, really, really sorry, this would have been updated a long time ago had there not been major problems in my life, which I wont get into right now but I do hope you will accept my apologies for the lateness of this chapter.
Chapter nine: Sanctrium curium
The screaming lasted for twenty-three days and twenty-three nights. Constantly he screamed and screamed and screamed. His screams echoed around Grimmauld Place from the attic where he lay to the basement where the Order convened in the Kitchen. His scream pierced the hearts of the residents and drove Hermione to the brink of a breakdown until she had to be removed to save her fragile sanity. A silencing spell was placed around Harry to give Grimmauld Places residents some much needed rest, but someone had to be with Harry at all times in case he woke up but by the Twenty-forth day many had given up hope. It was with a tired and weary heart that Albus climbed the stairs to the Attic room holding the potion that they hoped would end the screaming and end the pain, not just for themselves but for Harry as well.
The Sanctrium curium was finally ready to be tried on Harry, the chances of it working was slim but it was the only thing they had. Albus knew that if it didn't work the only option may be to put Harry to sleep, but unlike Sleeping Beauty Harry would never wake up.
He opened the door and walked inside the dark room. The curtains had been drawn tightly shut over the skylight and a small candle was hovering just over Harry's bed, an empty bed. An empty bed in an empty room. Albus pulled back the sheets as if expecting Harry to be hiding under them but there was nothing except a blood stain in the middle of the bed.
Harry was no where to be seen.
"HELP!" Albus bellowed to the residents of Grimmauld place but no one heard him, he was within the silence barrier that he had formed. He lit the room to its fullest extent to open up the corners that could not be seen by the naked eye in the dark room. Empty. He rushed to the stairs and passed the silence barrier. "HELP!" Several footsteps could be heard clambering up the staircase, the hushed chatter of voices in the room adjacent to where he was standing halted and soon a mass of red hair ran out past the doorway to see Dumbledore frantically searching the hallway and staircase.
"Albus? Whats wrong?" A calm, and worried Molly Weasley asked as she reached the old headmaster and held out her hand to touch his shoulder.
"It's Harry…he's…he's gone!"
"What!"
Molly and several others ran past the headmaster and up to Harry's room. Empty. Molly glanced around the room and spotted the window opposite to the door wide open and the net curtains billowing gently out as a light breeze trickled past, she carefully looked out and down to the street below. Void of all human life. She let out a sigh of relief and was about to look back into the now brightly lit room when something whipped past her, narrowly missing her head. Without a second thought she cast the spell to slow its fall to the ground below and ran full pelt down the stairs pushing a startled Dedalus Diggle out of the way and causing Tonks to crash in to the awkward umbrella stand making a racket which awoke the portrait of Mrs Black, much to everyone else's displeasure. She pulled open the door and regardless of safety procedures ran to the pavement where a small heap lay nearly completely unharmed.
"Harry?" Molly gently turned the body over and looked into the dull green eyes of her adopted son. A crowd of order members had gathered behind her as she lifted the small boy from the ground and carried him back inside.
The crowd followed her in formation, as she stepped past the threshold and walked towards the kitchen. Albus joined the mass of people as Molly gently placed Harry onto a seat, still carrying the potion that he had meant to feed to Harry upstairs in his room.
"How is he?" He asked Poppy as she carried out the usual spells to identify possible injuries.
"Physically Albus? He's fine, not a scratch or broken bone on him. Mentally however…" she flashed a light across Harry's eyes and watched at the lack of reaction that his pupils provided. "he is mentally unconscious, it's like his mind is not present. He's a shell."
"Is it too late for the potion?"
"To be honest I don't know. It couldn't hurt to try it, but the results…well…you should prepare yourselves for the worst. There may be no hope of ever retrieving Harry from his own mind."
"We have to try, we cant leave him like this without trying." Tonks spoke up, breaking the groups silence as they watched Poppy check over their saviours body.
"Yes" "We have to try!" "If it cant do any harm!"
"Lets vote, all those in favour of trying the Sanctrium curium say ay?"
"AY!"
Albus nodded and passed the small vial over to the school healer. She gracefully accepted the vial and pulled the cork out, holding the vial to Harrys tinged pink lips she poured the pale green contents into his mouth. "Swallow." Harry swallowed and the order held its breath waiting for the slightest of signs that it may have worked.
Harry's lifeless eyes flickered slightly with something that remained unnoticed to the order, but was catalogued in Albus' brain to look into later.
Minutes passed and no reaction evolved from the use of the Sanctrium curium Albus sighed and indicated that Molly should take him back upstairs, telling her to make sure that the window was tightly shut and unable to be opened without magic. The order filed out of the kitchen leaving Albus alone sitting at the kitchen table in silence.
He stared at his old and wrinkled hands as his hopes diminished, and all of the pent up emotions of the last few years were released in one solid go. Tears leaked, and streamed and poured from his aged eyes. He was left alone as he cried, and wept for the loss of his adopted grandson. He wept for the loss of such a bright and promising light from the world. He wept for the loss of everything that Merlin held dear. He wept, and wept, and wept.
And unbeknownst to them all, Harrys lifeless eyes shined just that tiny bit brighter, in the darkness that was his room.
A/N: Ok I am really, really, really sorry, this would have been updated a long time ago had there not been major problems in my life, which I wont get into right now but I do hope you will accept my apologies for the lateness of this chapter.
Chapter nine: Sanctrium curium
The screaming lasted for twenty-three days and twenty-three nights. Constantly he screamed and screamed and screamed. His screams echoed around Grimmauld Place from the attic where he lay to the basement where the Order convened in the Kitchen. His scream pierced the hearts of the residents and drove Hermione to the brink of a breakdown until she had to be removed to save her fragile sanity. A silencing spell was placed around Harry to give Grimmauld Places residents some much needed rest, but someone had to be with Harry at all times in case he woke up but by the Twenty-forth day many had given up hope. It was with a tired and weary heart that Albus climbed the stairs to the Attic room holding the potion that they hoped would end the screaming and end the pain, not just for themselves but for Harry as well.
The Sanctrium curium was finally ready to be tried on Harry, the chances of it working was slim but it was the only thing they had. Albus knew that if it didn't work the only option may be to put Harry to sleep, but unlike Sleeping Beauty Harry would never wake up.
He opened the door and walked inside the dark room. The curtains had been drawn tightly shut over the skylight and a small candle was hovering just over Harry's bed, an empty bed. An empty bed in an empty room. Albus pulled back the sheets as if expecting Harry to be hiding under them but there was nothing except a blood stain in the middle of the bed.
Harry was no where to be seen.
"HELP!" Albus bellowed to the residents of Grimmauld place but no one heard him, he was within the silence barrier that he had formed. He lit the room to its fullest extent to open up the corners that could not be seen by the naked eye in the dark room. Empty. He rushed to the stairs and passed the silence barrier. "HELP!" Several footsteps could be heard clambering up the staircase, the hushed chatter of voices in the room adjacent to where he was standing halted and soon a mass of red hair ran out past the doorway to see Dumbledore frantically searching the hallway and staircase.
"Albus? Whats wrong?" A calm, and worried Molly Weasley asked as she reached the old headmaster and held out her hand to touch his shoulder.
"It's Harry…he's…he's gone!"
"What!"
Molly and several others ran past the headmaster and up to Harry's room. Empty. Molly glanced around the room and spotted the window opposite to the door wide open and the net curtains billowing gently out as a light breeze trickled past, she carefully looked out and down to the street below. Void of all human life. She let out a sigh of relief and was about to look back into the now brightly lit room when something whipped past her, narrowly missing her head. Without a second thought she cast the spell to slow its fall to the ground below and ran full pelt down the stairs pushing a startled Dedalus Diggle out of the way and causing Tonks to crash in to the awkward umbrella stand making a racket which awoke the portrait of Mrs Black, much to everyone else's displeasure. She pulled open the door and regardless of safety procedures ran to the pavement where a small heap lay nearly completely unharmed.
"Harry?" Molly gently turned the body over and looked into the dull green eyes of her adopted son. A crowd of order members had gathered behind her as she lifted the small boy from the ground and carried him back inside.
The crowd followed her in formation, as she stepped past the threshold and walked towards the kitchen. Albus joined the mass of people as Molly gently placed Harry onto a seat, still carrying the potion that he had meant to feed to Harry upstairs in his room.
"How is he?" He asked Poppy as she carried out the usual spells to identify possible injuries.
"Physically Albus? He's fine, not a scratch or broken bone on him. Mentally however…" she flashed a light across Harry's eyes and watched at the lack of reaction that his pupils provided. "he is mentally unconscious, it's like his mind is not present. He's a shell."
"Is it too late for the potion?"
"To be honest I don't know. It couldn't hurt to try it, but the results…well…you should prepare yourselves for the worst. There may be no hope of ever retrieving Harry from his own mind."
"We have to try, we cant leave him like this without trying." Tonks spoke up, breaking the groups silence as they watched Poppy check over their saviours body.
"Yes" "We have to try!" "If it cant do any harm!"
"Lets vote, all those in favour of trying the Sanctrium curium say ay?"
"AY!"
Albus nodded and passed the small vial over to the school healer. She gracefully accepted the vial and pulled the cork out, holding the vial to Harrys tinged pink lips she poured the pale green contents into his mouth. "Swallow." Harry swallowed and the order held its breath waiting for the slightest of signs that it may have worked.
Harry's lifeless eyes flickered slightly with something that remained unnoticed to the order, but was catalogued in Albus' brain to look into later.
Minutes passed and no reaction evolved from the use of the Sanctrium curium Albus sighed and indicated that Molly should take him back upstairs, telling her to make sure that the window was tightly shut and unable to be opened without magic. The order filed out of the kitchen leaving Albus alone sitting at the kitchen table in silence.
He stared at his old and wrinkled hands as his hopes diminished, and all of the pent up emotions of the last few years were released in one solid go. Tears leaked, and streamed and poured from his aged eyes. He was left alone as he cried, and wept for the loss of his adopted grandson. He wept for the loss of such a bright and promising light from the world. He wept for the loss of everything that Merlin held dear. He wept, and wept, and wept.
And unbeknownst to them all, Harrys lifeless eyes shined just that tiny bit brighter, in the darkness that was his room.