The World of Supernatural
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,885
Reviews:
6
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The World of Supernatural - Chapter 3
The World of Supernatural – Chapter 3
Madame Pomfrey rushed towards him and started to scan for his injuries as they ran to the hospital wing with Professor Dumbledore following them.
“He has internal bleeding and something cut his lung making it harder for him to breathe.” Pomfrey said, “What happened to this boy?”
“Malfoy threw a curse at him. He said that it was just a cutting hex.” Ron explained as he held Harry’s small hand in his large one.
“I’m assuming that the magic mixed with the left over from the war?” Professor Dumbledore asked gravely.
“Yes it did, Albus.” Pomfrey said when they entered the hospital wing and laid the boy on the bed. He looked at her when he heard her grave voice, “We may not be able to save him this time.
“NO!” Ron yelled and ran to Harry’s side, “Please, you have to try. Please!”
“There is nothing we can do, Mr. Weasley, I’m sorry.” She said with tears in her eyes.
“Ron.” Hermione said softly. She pointed to her wrist when he looked at her, “they’re fading.” Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore could faintly see a lighting bolt on their inner wrist. Ron looked at his wrist and saw that his was fading as well. He choked back a sob when he realized what it meant.
“Harry, please don’t leave us. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded.
“I love you.” Harry whispered.
“Don’t say that. Stay with me Harry.” Ron cried.
Harry just smiled at him and closed his eyes. Harry James Potter was dead. When Ron realized this he cried and said, “I love you too, Harry.”
“We must announce it to the school.” Dumbledore said sadly and for the first time Ron and Hermione realized he had been crying; the tears disappearing into his silver beard. “I must call Minerva to contact the minister and the Malfoys.”
“What were those things on your wrists?” Madame Pomfrey asked when Dumbledore left to her office.
“Ron and I were always worried about Harry. He gave us these tattoos that would tell us if he was hurt or dying. If it glowed red that meant that he was hurt and if it began to fade it meant that he was dying.” Hermione explained over Ron’s heart wrenching sobs.
“The Malfoys and the minister will be here in a few moments. I suggest that we should inform the students before they become too worried.” Dumbledore said as he came from the office.
“Is Draco going to Azkaban, sir?” Hermione asked attentively.
“I’m afraid that Malfoy Sr. may not allow it and will do anything in his power to keep it from happening.” Dumbledore said sadly, “Come along, we must tell the school.”
Ron wouldn’t budge when they tried to convince them. Soon they gave up when he wouldn’t let go of Harry’s already cold hand. When they entered the Great Hall all the chatter became silent when they saw their grave faces. Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the questioning faces from the other, as the Headmaster and Madame Pomfrey walked to the teacher’s table.
Everyone turned to the head table when Dumbledore tapped his glass with a fork. “Today, a tragic event has happened. Some of you have been aware of the rivalry between Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, their problems with one another has gone to a new level. A duel began between Mr. Malfoy and the Golden Trio, a stray hex was sent to Mr. Potter that caused more effect than it should have. The magic from that hex mixed with the left over magic from the battle with Voldemort,” here there were shudders at the name even with his defeat, “Mr. Potter was injured greatly and has resulted in his death.”
There were gasps of horror and screams of denial from the student body when this was said. Their whispers turned to blown out yells of questions of where Malfoy was, but what they didn’t know was that the body of their savior was doing strange things and the marks on his most trusted were coming back full force.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the Hospital Wing…
“How could you leave us like this? How could you die on us when your life was just beginning to become what you always wanted it to be?” Ron whispered, his low voice ringing around the silent room.
With his head buried into his arms he didn’t notice the glow emitting from his now deceased friend. When the glow became brighter Ron noticed it and shied away not knowing what was happening. Suddenly the light flashed making him close his eyes, when he opened them the bed in front of him was empty.
“Harry?” he yelled as he searched through the room, “Harry? HARRY?”
When he heard running feet he turned only to be met with the sight of Professor Dumbledore bursting the door open with the Malfoys, the Minister and Madame Pomfrey behind him. “What are you yelling about Mr. Weasley?” he asked.
“Harry’s body is gone! He was jut here when a light was coming from him and he disappeared. I don’t know what happened.” Ron answered only to be met with wide eyes and gaping faces. “What do you think happened Professor?”
“I don’t know Mr. Weasley but rest assured that we will find his body.” Dumbledore replied before saying, “Until then we need you to join us in my office to discuss what happened earlier today. Follow us please.”
On the way to Professor Dumbledore’s office only one thought ran through Ron’s head, “Where could his body have gone to?”
Madame Pomfrey rushed towards him and started to scan for his injuries as they ran to the hospital wing with Professor Dumbledore following them.
“He has internal bleeding and something cut his lung making it harder for him to breathe.” Pomfrey said, “What happened to this boy?”
“Malfoy threw a curse at him. He said that it was just a cutting hex.” Ron explained as he held Harry’s small hand in his large one.
“I’m assuming that the magic mixed with the left over from the war?” Professor Dumbledore asked gravely.
“Yes it did, Albus.” Pomfrey said when they entered the hospital wing and laid the boy on the bed. He looked at her when he heard her grave voice, “We may not be able to save him this time.
“NO!” Ron yelled and ran to Harry’s side, “Please, you have to try. Please!”
“There is nothing we can do, Mr. Weasley, I’m sorry.” She said with tears in her eyes.
“Ron.” Hermione said softly. She pointed to her wrist when he looked at her, “they’re fading.” Madame Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore could faintly see a lighting bolt on their inner wrist. Ron looked at his wrist and saw that his was fading as well. He choked back a sob when he realized what it meant.
“Harry, please don’t leave us. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded.
“I love you.” Harry whispered.
“Don’t say that. Stay with me Harry.” Ron cried.
Harry just smiled at him and closed his eyes. Harry James Potter was dead. When Ron realized this he cried and said, “I love you too, Harry.”
“We must announce it to the school.” Dumbledore said sadly and for the first time Ron and Hermione realized he had been crying; the tears disappearing into his silver beard. “I must call Minerva to contact the minister and the Malfoys.”
“What were those things on your wrists?” Madame Pomfrey asked when Dumbledore left to her office.
“Ron and I were always worried about Harry. He gave us these tattoos that would tell us if he was hurt or dying. If it glowed red that meant that he was hurt and if it began to fade it meant that he was dying.” Hermione explained over Ron’s heart wrenching sobs.
“The Malfoys and the minister will be here in a few moments. I suggest that we should inform the students before they become too worried.” Dumbledore said as he came from the office.
“Is Draco going to Azkaban, sir?” Hermione asked attentively.
“I’m afraid that Malfoy Sr. may not allow it and will do anything in his power to keep it from happening.” Dumbledore said sadly, “Come along, we must tell the school.”
Ron wouldn’t budge when they tried to convince them. Soon they gave up when he wouldn’t let go of Harry’s already cold hand. When they entered the Great Hall all the chatter became silent when they saw their grave faces. Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the questioning faces from the other, as the Headmaster and Madame Pomfrey walked to the teacher’s table.
Everyone turned to the head table when Dumbledore tapped his glass with a fork. “Today, a tragic event has happened. Some of you have been aware of the rivalry between Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, their problems with one another has gone to a new level. A duel began between Mr. Malfoy and the Golden Trio, a stray hex was sent to Mr. Potter that caused more effect than it should have. The magic from that hex mixed with the left over magic from the battle with Voldemort,” here there were shudders at the name even with his defeat, “Mr. Potter was injured greatly and has resulted in his death.”
There were gasps of horror and screams of denial from the student body when this was said. Their whispers turned to blown out yells of questions of where Malfoy was, but what they didn’t know was that the body of their savior was doing strange things and the marks on his most trusted were coming back full force.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the Hospital Wing…
“How could you leave us like this? How could you die on us when your life was just beginning to become what you always wanted it to be?” Ron whispered, his low voice ringing around the silent room.
With his head buried into his arms he didn’t notice the glow emitting from his now deceased friend. When the glow became brighter Ron noticed it and shied away not knowing what was happening. Suddenly the light flashed making him close his eyes, when he opened them the bed in front of him was empty.
“Harry?” he yelled as he searched through the room, “Harry? HARRY?”
When he heard running feet he turned only to be met with the sight of Professor Dumbledore bursting the door open with the Malfoys, the Minister and Madame Pomfrey behind him. “What are you yelling about Mr. Weasley?” he asked.
“Harry’s body is gone! He was jut here when a light was coming from him and he disappeared. I don’t know what happened.” Ron answered only to be met with wide eyes and gaping faces. “What do you think happened Professor?”
“I don’t know Mr. Weasley but rest assured that we will find his body.” Dumbledore replied before saying, “Until then we need you to join us in my office to discuss what happened earlier today. Follow us please.”
On the way to Professor Dumbledore’s office only one thought ran through Ron’s head, “Where could his body have gone to?”