A Souls Revival

Harry Potter won the battle towards the end of his seventh year, with no more fanfare than any other ordinary day. The end of a long awaited battle had finally concluded earning Voldemort his comeuppance. The war had lasted all of Harry’s miserable life, but the final battle had lasted twenty-five minutes. The longest twenty-five minutes filled with sacrifices and heroics. Of course, Harry was not alone and had assistance. Dumbledore (who had faked his death) had shown up and Snape (who had been cleared by Dumbledore) was by Harry’s side.

Many friends and fellow students had fought fiercely, aided and abetted by their protective professors. They had fought and opened up a path so that Harry could reach Voldemort. Voldemort, surprised by Dumbledore’s appearance and startled by Severus’ betrayal, had not been at his best. Severus kept the devoted dog Lucius Malfoy at bay as Dumbledore fought the Dementors thereby keeping them off Harry. Harry battled with Voldemort for five minutes, he dodged two Avada Kedavra curses before he sent one of his own. His Avada Kedavra curse pulled so much energy from his body that his eyes glowed a brilliant green. The light was so bright that it made the other fighters around wince. It hit Voldemort with such a devastating force that he did not even have time to shriek. Voldemort fell back dead. Then for good measure, Snape, who had finally stunned Lucius, incinerated Voldemort’s body to a crisp. Thus, the long campaign against the Dark Lord ended. Meanwhile Harry swayed on his feet for a minute or so before he fell back, passed out cold.


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It was two weeks later that Harry Potter opened his eyes. Everything felt odd and his whole body felt so light, as if he almost was not there. Everything was surreal. He stood up and stayed still for a while adjusting to his surroundings. Then the assault of memories hit him. He remembered the battle, the grounds littered with blood, the injured and the dead. Harry closed his eyes tightly and when he re-opened them, he still felt odd. However, the assault of memories had stopped. Harry began to look around and quickly realized he was in the Hogwarts infirmary, a second home to him. He looked on puzzled as he spied a single bed that was already occupied. He wondered where his bed was. Harry walked closer to the bed, he could make out the figure of a boy who seemed so peaceful, he slept on oblivious to the presence of the other. Harry noticed the boy had black hair and somehow he seemed familiar. He was suddenly afraid to look closer, afraid of what he would see. Harry bravely went closer and when he took a good look at the boy, he opened his mouth to scream but then abruptly closed his mouth. After all, everything weird seemed to happen to him, whey not this as well. For the boy on the bed was none other than Harry Potter.

Harry was completely bemused. How could he be standing by his body? He really could not comprehend the paradox, of him being in two places. Well to be frank, it had happened once when he had traveled back in time. Nevertheless, he was sure he had not done so now.

He tried to touch his sleeping self but his hand just went through. Harry shuddered as he stood there for a couple of minutes contemplating his body when he heard the door opening he quickly dashed to a dark corner behind the commode by his bed. It was Hermione and a crippled Ron. They both walked in with heavy steps and their laden eyes filled with sadness.

“Hey mate,” Ron said sorrowfully.

Hermione ran her hand through Harry’s hair, “Wake up soon Harry we miss you.”

Still hidden, Harry heard the aching voice calling out to him and his heart broke. He wanted to reach out and tell Hermione that he loved her. He wanted to hug Ron and he really wished he could heal him, but he remained hidden in the shadows.

“Harry,” Ron said softly, “Hermione and I are getting married.”

“But we are waiting for you. We know you’ll wake soon,” Hermione added just as softly.
How war had changed them all. Where Ron had a nasty temper before, he now was calmer and more understanding. I guess the loss of family and almost losing a leg had changed his perspective on life. Hermione also had changed; while she was not physically injured, she now balanced her thirst for knowledge with her thirst for life. She was having more fun and spending it with those she loved.

“Harry wake up soon, we are waiting for you,” They both pleaded once more their eyes shining brightly with unshed tears.

Harry watched as both people that he loved as brother and sister leaned over and kissed his forehead and soon after, they left. Harry’s soul stepped out of the shadows. His eyes were smeared with tears and he went up to his body and tried to merge with it but his body rejected his soul. He tried and tried until he finally gave up, falling down onto his knees and sobbing. That is how Dumbledore found him. Harry’s body lying on the bed lost to the rest of the world and his broken soul on its knees and weeping.