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Possession

Chapter XL – Lament of the Few

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Hermoine paused in her reading as a chill passed through the
Common Room and almost instinctively her eyes snapped towards Ginny. It was
only because she was watching that she saw it, and that alone was reason she
knew what had happened.
Ron's little sister stiffened, her quill
stilling over the parchment and her luminous blue eyes went wide with a look of
pain that almost made Hermoine cry out just seeing
it. Tears welled at the corners but none spilled out and she mouthed one word.
"Harry..."
That was before Ginny screamed. It wasn't
articulated but was more a keen of soul searing loss mixed through with her
denial. It wasn't loud but despite the din that permeated the Common Room
everyone heard it. It touched their minds, bringing back forgotten memories of
pain, making everyone shiver with loss.
Ginny looked around frantically, her eyes
unfocused before she slumped over her work, knocking over the ink well where it
fell, spilling ink in dazzling array over the rug in the now silent room. Her
lips were moving and Hermoine could just hear the
words.
"...I love you for I am you. I will
love... I will live... I will kill... I will die... For
you... I will die for you... I will die for you... I will die
for you..."
"GINNY!" The worried shout
came from her brothers, who as one leapt towards their sister,
their carrot topped faces alight with concern.
Hermoine went with them, and moved to hold Ginny's face,
stroking her hair as Fred took his sister into his arms, holding her close and
rubbing at her to calm the quivers that were racking her body.
"Ginny," she said gently, calling
out to the girl who was still trembling violently. "Ginny... Tell me what
happened."
Blue eyes latched on to
her own and Hermoine suppressed a shudder as
she almost drowned in the intensity of the girls stare. Ginny gulped, visibly
gathering herself as she became partially aware of everyone surrounding her.
"Harry... It's Harry," she whispered as her eyes glazed again and she
was lost again with the struggle within, her lips moving silently now as she
continued to repeat her promise.
"NO!" The scream broke
through their confusion and with the denial Ginny began thrashing, her arms and
legs windmilling wildly. "No, no, no... I will die for him!"
"Someone get McGogonall!"
Ron shouted, his voice shrill with worry.
"No need, Mr Weasley,"
the Deputy HeadMistress' voice sounded calmly from
the portrait painting.
"Professor!" The wave of relief was almost palatable.
Minerva didn't acknowledge the reaction,
instead she looked around with narrowed eyes, seeing everything before her lips
pursed. "Misters Weasley, please bring Miss Weasley and with Miss Granger come with me." With that
she turned back as if to leave.
"Professor?"
"The rest of you, remain here and do not
try to follow as the Dormitory will be warded once I leave. Curfew is in effect
tonight as of now and please do not try to leave in the morning until I come to
remove the Warding."
"Professor, what's happening?"
"Any number of
things Miss Brown, any number of things which do not concern you."
While Professor McGogonall
had been speaking Fred had bundled the still trembling Ginny up in a blanket
and with George's help they had carried their sister to the portrait and were
carefully manoeuvring her through it while Hermoine
and Ron ran interference, keeping their good intentioned but generally
overbearing and overly curious house mates away.
As expected of any gathering of gossip
prone students, the whispers and speculation broke out even before the Fat
Lady's portrait closed after the Professor. Minerva said nothing as she briefly
surveyed their small group before turning, raising her wand to cast the
Warding.
"Professor..?" Hermoine began uncertainly but fell silent as the older
woman turned to face them once more, her lips pursed to the point where it
almost seemed as if she had none.
"Where is Mister Potter?"
Hermoine and Ron shared a long look. "He went for a
walk," Hermoine began.
"With Sirius," Ron was quick to
interject. Over the past few weeks things had become clear, even to them, that
Harry was never unattended. Even when eating in the Great Hall they'd noticed
that some of the professors always had a careful eye trained their way.
For an instant Professor McGogonall looked even more severe, if that was possible
before the lines around her eyes eased slightly. "Well, Mr Black will..."
She would have said more but was cut off by
a chilling howl. It didn't seem human but as it echoed through the corridors
they recognised the call.
"Harry..."
"Sirius!" Hermoine gasped, her eyes
wild at the note she could hear in the older man's voice. There was something
not right there...
Minerva's eyes hardened again and she drew
her wand as she set off down the corridor, motioning to them that they should
stay behind her.
There was another howl of loss, this one
was accompanied by a keen from Ginny and neither were
overly hindered by the control of sanity. They were animalistic cries and the
group wondered for an instant what they might find. They hurried down strangely
still corridors. The shining armor lining the walls
was still and portraits were quiet. Every painting was shivering, some even
going so far as to hid within the confines of their landscapes. Even the torch
light seemed still. The flames didn't flicker but they still burned, their
yellow light casting deep shadows.
The echoes faded as they got closer but cry
became clearer, and Ginny began to provide her own echoing sobs, her eyes
closed tightly but tears still escaped.
"Harry... no... har...ry..."
Professor McGogonall
paused before rounding the final corner, allowing the small group to catch up
to her. She took a deep breath, the wrinkles around her eyes showing the toll
the situation was taking on her, before she tightened her grip on her wand and
stepped around the final corner.
It was like a painting of hell that seemed to
go on forever. There were only four colours.
Black. The shadows were inky and fathomless, their jagged
edges extended in sharp angles over everything. Broken puppets of darkness were
strewn over the floor in haphazard heaps, twisted with the violence of their
passing.
Yellow. Sand stone had been used as a
feature in this section of Hogwarts and under the still burning torches, it was
starkly obvious and was several shades more lurid than it was usually. It was
coldly but garishly brilliant.
White. Froth, still bubbling on lips stained black by
poison and stark skin, like alabaster, clawed hands and strained eyes but there
was no colour in the flesh, no colour in the faces that stared glassy eyed back
at them.
Red. Still fresh, still bright -
oxygenated by wrongful exposure to air - and pooled liberally around the heaped
darkness. Smudged over white skin and splattered onto the armor suits, to drip thickly from weapons held at the
ready.
Sirius was in the centre of it all. His
hands and face were white and his black eyes were fathomless, with no glitter
at all. They looked dead. Tears streamed from the corners but he made no move
to wipe them away and the salt crystals dried on his skin and robes. He was
still holding Harry's slight body close to him without moving, crying quietly
all the time.
Gathered in the protective embrace of
Sirius' arms, Harry looked as if he could be sleeping. His eyes were closed and
his face was composed. He looked content, his soft smile looked happy. The
burdens that had been thrust upon his small shoulders, burdens that would have
killed many full growth men, were gone and he was finally himself.
"Oh, Harry!" Hermoine
wept, clutching at Ron desperately. The red head raised his arms to cradle her, unsure of what to do but knowing he needed her support
just as she needed his.
"I killed him."
The sentence was soft, almost so soft that
they didn't hear it.
"I didn't... I couldn't... I killed
him."
It was stronger this time, as Sirius
twisted to face them.
The group shuddered. His voice was broken,
his eyes were dead. Ron shivered, remembering what Sirius had been like just
out of Azkaban. It seemed as if he were back there and
Ron wouldn't have been surprised to see a Dementor
gliding down the corridor. From the way Sirius looked now, loosing his soul
would be a mercy.
Sirius looked back towards Harry,
whispering to himself but they could hear his words. "Harry... The
darkness is not the end. There is light and you belong in light. Lily is there,
and James and you will never again be alone. You will be safe there. No one
will hurt you. He will be there. He is waiting for you and he'll hold you close
and you'll be warm. You'll always be warm and everything will be all
right."
"Sirius!" Minerva snapped, coming out of her daze. "Now
is not the time..."
She paused as his black eyes settled on
her, his dark gaze burning. "Now is the time. Now is the only
time," he said before he turned back to Harry.
"Sirius..." Hermoine
began uncertainly. "Who is 'he'?" She finished in a rush.
He didn't look up but shook his head.
"I don't know. Harry didn't say... He only said he loved him and then he
died."
The group shared a long look. While Fred
and George didn't know what had happened to Harry as a child and what had
happened to him recently, the others did and they couldn't fathom Harry having
a relationship with anyone. They'd have known if he was seeing anyone...
especially if he'd thought enough of them to speak of them in death.
Hermoine was about to speak again when a serpentine hiss
interrupted her, a hiss that was followed by the serpent itself. It crawled out
from between the folds of Harry's robes where its bulk had been hidden. The
closed eyes gave evidence of its species. Gently it butted its head against his
hand, as if trying to wake its Master from slumber. It hissed softly when it
received no response, this time with a definite note of frustration before it
butted its head against his hand harder this time.
"No Xaos,"
Sirius murmured, remembering what Harry had called the little basilisk.
"He's not going to wake up."
Xaos hissed again, crest rising and eyes opening
slightly to revel glowing green irises. >It is time.<
::Yes, it is
time,:: the Shadows agreed before they moved.
The painting melted. From every point of
black a shadow rose. Some were thin and sinuous, others squat and fat but they
all moved, making it seem as if the vision was crawling as they converged on a
central point, Harry.
"NO! Harry!" Sirius cried, curling his body protectively around his Godson's but it
made no difference. The shadows kept coming, at first slithering around Sirius'
form but as they became more numerous they simply passed straight through him,
disappearing into Harry. Sirius shivered but remained as he was, determined to do
what he could to protect him.
The shadows kept coming. Dark folds of robe
seemed momentarily lighter when a shadow left but they quickly darkened as a
new shadow took form and surged towards Harry. The silence was palatable and
the small group behind McGogonall were held in
rapture, unable to move at the phenomenon they were seeing. They were used to
unusual things, but this was beyond what they knew, each shadow radiated such
power that none of them dared to interfere.
Finally when it seemed that both Harry and
Sirius would be consumed by the surging shadows, there was a sharp cry and
Harry's body jerked as it burst into black flame before a visible wave of power
ricocheted outwards, freezing everything between one breath and the next and
making the world turn negative.
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