Afraid to Live, Afraid to Die
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Chapter Three: Sacrifice Your Soul
**Please do not comment on how I write. It's simple. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. If there are mistakes however, you are more than welcome to point those out. This is Harry/Snape and will get dirty at some point, so please be patient.**
Sorry it's so late, I got sidetracked by other things.
Italics = Harry writing in the air
CHAPTER THREE: SACRIFICE YOUR SOUL
I can’t explain it
I feel so insecure
You can’t say:
“You die just to live again”
Last Waltz~ The Rasmus
Nearly ten months later saw the Golden Trio in the Hogwarts library at one of the tables, surrounded by mountains of books. They were still searching for a way to defeat Voldemort, but even after all several months nothing seemed plausible. For some reason they just couldn’t get the manpower to fight another war. With a silent sigh, Harry shut his book and pushed it away. Ron also gave up, looking over at his two friends.
“It’s impossible,” Ron said, stretching.
“We haven’t looked through all the books yet,” Hermione informed.
“My eyes are going to bleed if I go on,” Ron said, rubbing them with the heels of his palm.
Hermione closed her book with a loud bang. “There are just too many books to go through before the truce is over.”
Harry nodded in agreement, tilting his eyes up toward the ceiling. As he did, something caught his eye. Focusing both eyes on it, Harry realized that the book was shrouded in a nearly black glow. Standing, he walked over to it, casting spells to check it for curses. Once satisfied, Harry picked it up, noticing the title; Time Travel: Unraveling the Secrets.
Bringing it over to the table, he showed them, opening it. Over an hour later the three looked at each other and nodded. Hermione began outlining their plan. When they reached the ingredients for the potion Harry pointed at an item, one that they certainly did not have, nor did they have the right clearance for something that rare from the Ministry. For a brief moment Harry’s hopes fell, that is, until Ron stood suddenly.
“I’ll get it, even if I have to steal it,” Ron said.
“But that could get you killed.” Concern was etched on Harry’s face.
“If the plan is successful then I won’t need to worry about it too much. I’ll be alive in the past,” Ron said, patting him on the back.
Harry still wasn’t sure, and he signed in the air. “You should take someone to go with you at least.”
“I will. I’ll ask Ginny if she wants to go,” Ron said, hurrying off.
It took another two weeks for them to get ready to collect the ingredients and they couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Harry stood in the huge doorway, watching Ron and Ginny leave the grounds in disguises. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a bad plan, that he might not see them again in this time. With the feeling hovering over his head, Harry sat down on the steps to wait it out in the cold, morning air.
Just as the sun was setting later that day, mismatched eyes saw a lone figure on the horizon, and from the light orange magic color, Harry knew it was Ginny. His left eye could also see what his right could not.
Ginny was dying. Ron was dead, but since they weren’t killed by Voldemort’s followers, just a shopkeeper and his worker, the coins did not alert them of his death. Her magical glow was fading fast. Rising to his feet, Harry took off running. When he was an arm’s length away, she fell and he reached out to catch her. Without a word she pressed something his hand. Harry didn’t look at it, instead his eyes were focused on Ginny’s now lifeless face. Just because over the last couple of years they hadn’t been together, which made him realize that she was not the one for him, didn’t mean that he didn’t love her in some way. She was his sister, in every sense of the word, except for blood, and yet it seemed like she had shed blood for the sake of their plan. Picking her up bridal style, he carried her limp form back inside the school, leaving her with a sobbing Mr. Weasley.
Harry made his way to the potions classroom, where Hermione had set to working on the potion. The young witch looked up, her eyes filled with sadness, refusing to let herself cry into the potion. Pushing one of the two things Ginny had given him into her hand, Harry watched her pour the potion into the special gourd. When it was left to soak up the juices, Harry held up the small vile of silver liquid, the stuff that held Ginny and Ron’s last moments.
Together they climbed the stairs to Dumbledore’s office, Hermione clutching his hand tightly, in silence. The only word spoken was the password to gain access into the office. Harry revealed the Pensieve and put the memory in, giving them a moment before plunging headfirst into the glimmering fluid.
The memory started as they first stepped through the door of the shop. Wicked items lined the walls, and several substances moved unnaturally on the display stands. Ron and Ginny, in their disguised forms, paraded up to the counter, confidently. The creepy shopkeeper eyed them warily.
“We need a Verruqueuse Africaine, price is no issue,” Ron said sounding an awful lot like Lucius Malfoy.
“Then I’ll need to see your Ministry clearance,” the shopkeeper mocked.
Ron shot him the dirtiest glare Harry had ever seen and handed him the newly stolen clearance card they’d acquired. The small man took it and shuffled off into the back room, where the device to scan the cards were located. The device had never been seen by Harry and his friends, so they weren’t sure what they were exactly. A small jingle alerted them to another presence entering the shop. The man was middle-aged, balding and quite fat, his cloak stretching over his bulging body. It seemed that the man worked there as he ducked behind the counter and into the back room as well. The fat man came out and put their item down on the counter, turning towards the back as the small man called out.
“Their clearance has been denied, report them!”
Ron picked up the gourd, tossing it to Ginny, who easily caught it. Ginny turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway, holding the door, waiting for Ron.
“Go! I’ll hold them off!” Ron said, casting a spell.
Ginny hesitated for a minute before exiting. Looking back to see the shop windows flash green and she knew her brother was dead.
The memory stopped there, leaving Harry and Hermione standing next to the Pensieve stand. Hermione sank to the ground, finally crying, while Harry left, in search of a bottle of Firewhiskey.
__________________________
Preview of Chapter Four: Words Are Empty!
“Incido universus aperio mysteria chacc
Exhibeo denou ego articulus pridem
Concieo duae creo singulare pectoris coagmentum corpus
Obsecutus hic dicti subvectonis substantia amplius pacalis spati.”* Harry opened the gourd and downed the potion.
Behind him a swirl of colors erupted and the last thing he saw was Hermione’s hopeful face before he blacked out.
Sorry it's so late, I got sidetracked by other things.
Italics = Harry writing in the air
CHAPTER THREE: SACRIFICE YOUR SOUL
I can’t explain it
I feel so insecure
You can’t say:
“You die just to live again”
Last Waltz~ The Rasmus
Nearly ten months later saw the Golden Trio in the Hogwarts library at one of the tables, surrounded by mountains of books. They were still searching for a way to defeat Voldemort, but even after all several months nothing seemed plausible. For some reason they just couldn’t get the manpower to fight another war. With a silent sigh, Harry shut his book and pushed it away. Ron also gave up, looking over at his two friends.
“It’s impossible,” Ron said, stretching.
“We haven’t looked through all the books yet,” Hermione informed.
“My eyes are going to bleed if I go on,” Ron said, rubbing them with the heels of his palm.
Hermione closed her book with a loud bang. “There are just too many books to go through before the truce is over.”
Harry nodded in agreement, tilting his eyes up toward the ceiling. As he did, something caught his eye. Focusing both eyes on it, Harry realized that the book was shrouded in a nearly black glow. Standing, he walked over to it, casting spells to check it for curses. Once satisfied, Harry picked it up, noticing the title; Time Travel: Unraveling the Secrets.
Bringing it over to the table, he showed them, opening it. Over an hour later the three looked at each other and nodded. Hermione began outlining their plan. When they reached the ingredients for the potion Harry pointed at an item, one that they certainly did not have, nor did they have the right clearance for something that rare from the Ministry. For a brief moment Harry’s hopes fell, that is, until Ron stood suddenly.
“I’ll get it, even if I have to steal it,” Ron said.
“But that could get you killed.” Concern was etched on Harry’s face.
“If the plan is successful then I won’t need to worry about it too much. I’ll be alive in the past,” Ron said, patting him on the back.
Harry still wasn’t sure, and he signed in the air. “You should take someone to go with you at least.”
“I will. I’ll ask Ginny if she wants to go,” Ron said, hurrying off.
It took another two weeks for them to get ready to collect the ingredients and they couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Harry stood in the huge doorway, watching Ron and Ginny leave the grounds in disguises. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a bad plan, that he might not see them again in this time. With the feeling hovering over his head, Harry sat down on the steps to wait it out in the cold, morning air.
Just as the sun was setting later that day, mismatched eyes saw a lone figure on the horizon, and from the light orange magic color, Harry knew it was Ginny. His left eye could also see what his right could not.
Ginny was dying. Ron was dead, but since they weren’t killed by Voldemort’s followers, just a shopkeeper and his worker, the coins did not alert them of his death. Her magical glow was fading fast. Rising to his feet, Harry took off running. When he was an arm’s length away, she fell and he reached out to catch her. Without a word she pressed something his hand. Harry didn’t look at it, instead his eyes were focused on Ginny’s now lifeless face. Just because over the last couple of years they hadn’t been together, which made him realize that she was not the one for him, didn’t mean that he didn’t love her in some way. She was his sister, in every sense of the word, except for blood, and yet it seemed like she had shed blood for the sake of their plan. Picking her up bridal style, he carried her limp form back inside the school, leaving her with a sobbing Mr. Weasley.
Harry made his way to the potions classroom, where Hermione had set to working on the potion. The young witch looked up, her eyes filled with sadness, refusing to let herself cry into the potion. Pushing one of the two things Ginny had given him into her hand, Harry watched her pour the potion into the special gourd. When it was left to soak up the juices, Harry held up the small vile of silver liquid, the stuff that held Ginny and Ron’s last moments.
Together they climbed the stairs to Dumbledore’s office, Hermione clutching his hand tightly, in silence. The only word spoken was the password to gain access into the office. Harry revealed the Pensieve and put the memory in, giving them a moment before plunging headfirst into the glimmering fluid.
The memory started as they first stepped through the door of the shop. Wicked items lined the walls, and several substances moved unnaturally on the display stands. Ron and Ginny, in their disguised forms, paraded up to the counter, confidently. The creepy shopkeeper eyed them warily.
“We need a Verruqueuse Africaine, price is no issue,” Ron said sounding an awful lot like Lucius Malfoy.
“Then I’ll need to see your Ministry clearance,” the shopkeeper mocked.
Ron shot him the dirtiest glare Harry had ever seen and handed him the newly stolen clearance card they’d acquired. The small man took it and shuffled off into the back room, where the device to scan the cards were located. The device had never been seen by Harry and his friends, so they weren’t sure what they were exactly. A small jingle alerted them to another presence entering the shop. The man was middle-aged, balding and quite fat, his cloak stretching over his bulging body. It seemed that the man worked there as he ducked behind the counter and into the back room as well. The fat man came out and put their item down on the counter, turning towards the back as the small man called out.
“Their clearance has been denied, report them!”
Ron picked up the gourd, tossing it to Ginny, who easily caught it. Ginny turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway, holding the door, waiting for Ron.
“Go! I’ll hold them off!” Ron said, casting a spell.
Ginny hesitated for a minute before exiting. Looking back to see the shop windows flash green and she knew her brother was dead.
The memory stopped there, leaving Harry and Hermione standing next to the Pensieve stand. Hermione sank to the ground, finally crying, while Harry left, in search of a bottle of Firewhiskey.
__________________________
Preview of Chapter Four: Words Are Empty!
“Incido universus aperio mysteria chacc
Exhibeo denou ego articulus pridem
Concieo duae creo singulare pectoris coagmentum corpus
Obsecutus hic dicti subvectonis substantia amplius pacalis spati.”* Harry opened the gourd and downed the potion.
Behind him a swirl of colors erupted and the last thing he saw was Hermione’s hopeful face before he blacked out.