Harry opened his eyes, just in time to see a flash of green light known as the killing curse get blocked out by a bright white. The white light was, in fact, so bright it made Harry close his eyes again.
When the he opened his again it was pitch blackness. He couldn't see, feel, smell, hear, or touch anything. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn't respond. He tried again with his arms and other parts of his body but each time was the same, all he could move were his eyelids.
He lay there for what seemed like almost an eternity, when he saw a shape coming towards him. It radiated a soft orange glow, as if this thing or person where created from the last burning embers of a fire. He began to get some feeling into his body and he stood up to face the being.
"What are you?" Harry called out to the being now in front of him. The being stepped closer, and Harry began to see slight details under the orange glow.
"That is not important, what is important is where you are." The being had a deep voice, melodic voice.
"Am I dead?"
"Yes and no. You see, you have just defeated great hatred and evil, from your world, using the most powerful force known. Love." Harry nodded, slightly confused, but the being continued. "You are in between life and death, love and hate, reality and fantasy, life and afterlife. Technically you are dead, but you are not finished with your life, you have unfinished business. Under normal circumstances you would be sent back to the earth as a spirit, a ghost if you like." Harry shook his head he couldn't understand this. What was happening now? Was this death? A dream?
"Wha-what do you mean 'under normal circumstances? What is going to happen to me now?"
"Your life has been devoted to a prophecy, a prophecy now fulfilled. You have other things awaiting you from where you came. Things you have never experienced before, and things you have experienced far too much for your liking. So you are going to be sent back from where you came. Go back and fulfil your unfinished business, find those you love and care for, those you hate and despise, do you what you want and do what you must to live. Just beware of the power you now possess, you are going to have to practice getting used to your new power level before I would advise you to use it." The being began moving away. "Goodbye Harry Potter" With that the being disappeared.
Harry lay there for a few seconds before everything went black again.
/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/
Rons P.O.V
It had been three days now and Harry still hadn't turned up. Dumbledore had explained what had happened, he knew all along of course. Hermione and Ginny had been worrying and crying and fearing the worst. He himself had decided that Harry wouldn't die on them. He wouldn't… He couldn't be… NO!! he told himself. Don't even think those things of course he isn't. He's just out there somewhere, trying to find us…
"Mr. Wheezy, I has a letter for you. Harry Potter has trusted Dobby to give these to his Wheezys and his Hermy." Ron looked down and saw Dobby the house elf, holding three letters, addressed to himself, Hermione and Ginny. "It has been three days and Dobby fears the worst so Mr. Wheezy must read his letter."
"Thank you Dobby" Ron replied in a choked whisper. He took the letters from the house elf and Dobby disappeared in a puff of smoke and a pop.
Ron walked to the kitchen and handed Hermione and Ginny their letters. Then he walked into the room they shared the summer before their fifth year, he shut and locked the door then flopped down on a bed and began to open the letter.
Alright Mate,
If you're reading this then the worst has happened, or I'm missing. You are a great friend…
Ginnys P.O.V
Ginny was sitting in the kitchen talking about anything but…Harry. He still hadn't been seen and it had been three days already. At that moment Ron came walking into the kitchen.
"Here." He thrust a letter into my hands and a similar one into Hermiones. Curious Ginny opened her letter.
Read In Private. Please?
Recognizing the handwriting, Ginny excused herself and walked into the nearest empty room. She locked he door and lit her wand. She opened the letter once more and sat down to read it…
Dearest Ginny,
If you're reading this then the worst has happened, or I'm missing. If I'm missing I will come back to you, all of you.
While I'm writing this I am waiting nervously in Snapes classroom awaiting the call. I don't know what else to do, so I'm writing you a letter. I think I will right one to Ron and Hermione as well if I have time…
He wrote to her first?
…I cant seem to clear my mind, to focus on what I have to do. I'm cant stop thinking about the worst, and if your reading this then maybe… Anyway, lets re-cap. We first informally met on the 1st September 1990. We properly met the summer after. I remember you came downstairs the morning I arrived, when you saw me you, squeaked and turned and fled…
Ginny blushed slightly at the embarrassing thought of when she had that crush on Harry.
Then during the year you would just shy away from me, and blush when I was around and runaway. It was kind of cute, as I think about it now. Hehe!! The things that happened that year, just remember THEY WERE NOT YOUR FAULT, they were the…(Fill appropriate words here)… that I am off to put an end to. I don't know where you are right now, it reminds of your first year, and I'm scared more for you right now than me. Yes, me, the Great Harry Potter, the boy who lived, etc etc am scared, but its only because I love you.
Ginny gasped.
Yes you read it correctly, Ginny. I'm not sure if its complete true love, but every time that I have seen you for the past few months, it wasn't just the usual thoughts about how you are, that I have nearly always had since we had been getting to know each other, but it feels like my stomach is being turned upside down every time I see you. I've had these feelings ever since we started getting closer whilst you were helping me out.
I wrote this to show you how I feel, even if I cant at this moment.
Yours Always,
Harry
When the he opened his again it was pitch blackness. He couldn't see, feel, smell, hear, or touch anything. He tried to move his legs but they wouldn't respond. He tried again with his arms and other parts of his body but each time was the same, all he could move were his eyelids.
He lay there for what seemed like almost an eternity, when he saw a shape coming towards him. It radiated a soft orange glow, as if this thing or person where created from the last burning embers of a fire. He began to get some feeling into his body and he stood up to face the being.
"What are you?" Harry called out to the being now in front of him. The being stepped closer, and Harry began to see slight details under the orange glow.
"That is not important, what is important is where you are." The being had a deep voice, melodic voice.
"Am I dead?"
"Yes and no. You see, you have just defeated great hatred and evil, from your world, using the most powerful force known. Love." Harry nodded, slightly confused, but the being continued. "You are in between life and death, love and hate, reality and fantasy, life and afterlife. Technically you are dead, but you are not finished with your life, you have unfinished business. Under normal circumstances you would be sent back to the earth as a spirit, a ghost if you like." Harry shook his head he couldn't understand this. What was happening now? Was this death? A dream?
"Wha-what do you mean 'under normal circumstances? What is going to happen to me now?"
"Your life has been devoted to a prophecy, a prophecy now fulfilled. You have other things awaiting you from where you came. Things you have never experienced before, and things you have experienced far too much for your liking. So you are going to be sent back from where you came. Go back and fulfil your unfinished business, find those you love and care for, those you hate and despise, do you what you want and do what you must to live. Just beware of the power you now possess, you are going to have to practice getting used to your new power level before I would advise you to use it." The being began moving away. "Goodbye Harry Potter" With that the being disappeared.
Harry lay there for a few seconds before everything went black again.
/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/
Rons P.O.V
It had been three days now and Harry still hadn't turned up. Dumbledore had explained what had happened, he knew all along of course. Hermione and Ginny had been worrying and crying and fearing the worst. He himself had decided that Harry wouldn't die on them. He wouldn't… He couldn't be… NO!! he told himself. Don't even think those things of course he isn't. He's just out there somewhere, trying to find us…
"Mr. Wheezy, I has a letter for you. Harry Potter has trusted Dobby to give these to his Wheezys and his Hermy." Ron looked down and saw Dobby the house elf, holding three letters, addressed to himself, Hermione and Ginny. "It has been three days and Dobby fears the worst so Mr. Wheezy must read his letter."
"Thank you Dobby" Ron replied in a choked whisper. He took the letters from the house elf and Dobby disappeared in a puff of smoke and a pop.
Ron walked to the kitchen and handed Hermione and Ginny their letters. Then he walked into the room they shared the summer before their fifth year, he shut and locked the door then flopped down on a bed and began to open the letter.
Alright Mate,
If you're reading this then the worst has happened, or I'm missing. You are a great friend…
Ginnys P.O.V
Ginny was sitting in the kitchen talking about anything but…Harry. He still hadn't been seen and it had been three days already. At that moment Ron came walking into the kitchen.
"Here." He thrust a letter into my hands and a similar one into Hermiones. Curious Ginny opened her letter.
Read In Private. Please?
Recognizing the handwriting, Ginny excused herself and walked into the nearest empty room. She locked he door and lit her wand. She opened the letter once more and sat down to read it…
Dearest Ginny,
If you're reading this then the worst has happened, or I'm missing. If I'm missing I will come back to you, all of you.
While I'm writing this I am waiting nervously in Snapes classroom awaiting the call. I don't know what else to do, so I'm writing you a letter. I think I will right one to Ron and Hermione as well if I have time…
He wrote to her first?
…I cant seem to clear my mind, to focus on what I have to do. I'm cant stop thinking about the worst, and if your reading this then maybe… Anyway, lets re-cap. We first informally met on the 1st September 1990. We properly met the summer after. I remember you came downstairs the morning I arrived, when you saw me you, squeaked and turned and fled…
Ginny blushed slightly at the embarrassing thought of when she had that crush on Harry.
Then during the year you would just shy away from me, and blush when I was around and runaway. It was kind of cute, as I think about it now. Hehe!! The things that happened that year, just remember THEY WERE NOT YOUR FAULT, they were the…(Fill appropriate words here)… that I am off to put an end to. I don't know where you are right now, it reminds of your first year, and I'm scared more for you right now than me. Yes, me, the Great Harry Potter, the boy who lived, etc etc am scared, but its only because I love you.
Ginny gasped.
Yes you read it correctly, Ginny. I'm not sure if its complete true love, but every time that I have seen you for the past few months, it wasn't just the usual thoughts about how you are, that I have nearly always had since we had been getting to know each other, but it feels like my stomach is being turned upside down every time I see you. I've had these feelings ever since we started getting closer whilst you were helping me out.
I wrote this to show you how I feel, even if I cant at this moment.
Yours Always,
Harry