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Through The Looking Glass	By : wolfboygrim Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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24 June 1995

The war was over. Harry mulled that though repeatedly in his mind. Voldemort was dead and gone at last and Harry was free. Nevertheless, the thought did not cheer Harry as much as it once might have. He looked around the bustling Hospital Wing with a sad sigh. All of his friends and loved ones lay in that room injured and dying, or worse. In Ron's case, he would be lucky to end up in the same vegetative state that the Longbottom's have been in for 15 years in the Long-Term ward at St. Mungo's. The brains had done something to Ron that caused him to lash out violently with his magic while at the same time being unable to waken from the coma-like state that he had fallen into. None of Madam Pomfrey's potions or spells could bring Ron out of his condition and Harry had overheard conversations of the team from the Ministry coming in to remove Ron's magic or bind it in such a way that he could live out his days completely shut out from the rest of the world.

Harry turned to Luna next. At first, she had seemed to get the lightest amount of injury. A few scrapes and bruises here and there. However, the Death Eaters had found her during their retreat from the Department of Mysteries and one of them had decided to cast a few extra spells on the whelp he found lurking in the planet room. One of them had slashed her open from just below her neck all the way down to just above her knee on her left side. Luna had lost the majority of the blood in her body by the time that an Order member had found her and gotten her to the Hospital Wing. The blood-replenishing potions sadly were not working as a body needed to have some of its own blood in it for the potion to create new blood. It was only a matter of hours before Luna passed on and was reunited with her mother.

Ginny looked okay at this moment, Harry mused, letting himself focus on the youngest Weasley. She had gotten a badly broken ankle during their chase through the maze of rooms in the Ministry. However, now it looked a great deal more serious than that. Another Death Eater with nothing better to do then cast spells on people randomly as they retreated, Harry thought to himself. Ginny's breathing was laboured and her skin had faded to an impossibly pale shade of white. Every once in awhile she would twitch as if in pain, or cry out in her sleep. Harry had heard voices whisper around him of some kind of nightmare curse that caused loops of vivid realistic nightmares that eventually would cause pain, physical harm, and death. Small bruises and cuts were slowly appearing on Ginny's arms and legs, so the curse had moved to the stage of physical harm and could no longer be reversed.

Neville had stood by him through the entire ordeal, even as the rest of the Ministry party had been injured or knocked unconscious. His nose had been broken as well as his father's wand, but Neville had still stood up to Bellatrix, the women who had tortured his parents into insanity when Neville was a baby. She had put him under the pain curse several times though not long enough to leave him in the same state as his parents. Harry's eyes roamed over the bed that held Neville. The boy's eyes were already blank and glassy with death. Sometime in the precious few hours that Harry had been able to sleep under the influence of a most powerful sleeping draught, Neville had lost his battle with a poorly deflected organ liquefying curse which had been fired at him by someone, Harry hadn't seen it happen since as soon as the Order arrived, he had been busy fighting several duels and then chasing after Bellatrix for what she had done to Sirius. However, Harry heard Madam Pomfrey trying to stop her tears as she finally covered the freshly deceased student with a sheet. She muttered something about the curse having not caused as much pain as usual and that he would look okay for his memorial service since his body was not disfigured as they normally were from the organs being dissolved. Harry shook harder as he overheard the details of Neville's death.

Then Harry turned to the last two beds in the Hospital Wing. One was filled with the familiar bushy brown hair and brown eyes of his best friend in the world Hermione. He had seen her fall from a flash of purple light. The Death Eater had been silenced, but it appeared the curse was more than strong enough to finish it's job. Even from here, Harry could see that Hermione's eyes were as lifeless as Neville's had been. The brown was flat and not sparkling with enthusiasm and knowledge. Tears streamed down Harry's face at the loss of his dearest friend. He would never hear her voice get excited breathless as she explained the homework to him, or get another of her impromptu hugs when she felt that he needed encouragement or cheering up at the end of an adventure.

The occupant of the last bed only increased the tears. It was the last link to his parents now that Sirius had been sent through the veil during the battle. Remus Lupin laid there, chest heaving weakly. Harry pushed himself from his bed with as much haste as he was able. He needed to be there to say goodbye to the last Marauder. Somehow, Harry knew that Remus would not make it through this. Making it to the bed, Harry threw himself on Remus gently, tears still falling from his emerald eyes and running down his cheeks. "Oh Remus, I am so sorry that this happened. Please say something to me," Harry said, burying his face unashamedly into the faded gold cardigan that Remus was wearing over his equally faded white shirt. Fresh blood marred the white fabric in several spots and continued to seep out with each rapid, shallow breath that Remus took.

Remus opened his eyes at the unexpected weight on his chest. He relaxed as much as he could when he noticed that it was Harry, his cub. Remus started to cry as he realized that he would be leaving Harry all alone. "I am the one who should be sorry, cub, I am leaving you all alone in the world," Remus rasped, his voice nearly gone from hours of screaming in agony. "I knew it was at an end as soon as I saw Sirius fall through the veil. You ran away from me and then someone hit me from behind with an Argentum curse," Remus said, carding his fingers through Harry's wild mane of hair soothingly.

"Silver? They hit you with the one thing guaranteed to take you from me?" Harry asked, his voice breaking as more tears fell. Harry stopped trying to wipe them away, wanting to savour every moment that he still had with Remus.

"Very good, Harry. Yes, they hit me several times with the curse. I am sure I do not have long left, Harry. I can feel my blood burning in my veins. Nevertheless, always remember that I love you cub. I will be with Sirius and your parents watching over you always," Remus said, his arms beginning to slip from around Harry's slender form.

"No do not leave me, not until I tell you what you mean to me. Sirius left me before I could tell him. I love you, Remus. You hear me? I love you. Tell Sirius and my parents I love them as well and I did not think to say it before. Please, Remus, tell me you heard me," Harry sobbed, his voice echoing in the deathly stillness of the hospital wing.

"I heard you, Harry. I promise to tell everyone. I am so sorry, Harry," Remus said, his voice trailing off as his arms fell away from Harry and his eyes dulled from their normal warm, golden amber to a cold, dark almost brown. Remus Lupin had also been taken from him because of his mistakes. Harry curled into the still warm body under him and willed himself to pass into the beyond with everyone he loved. Harry's magic lashed out and somewhere in the castle in a room that had not been seen in well over 100 years, a dull blue light began to glow from the edges of a large gold gilded mirror.

Madam Pomfrey hurried out of her office to see what was causing such a disturbance in her ward. She saw the glazed eyes of Hermione Granger first. The poor girl had lost her battle with the purple flame curse she had been hit with. The healer quickly covered the body with yet another white sheet and then her eyes fell on the next bed where she spotted that Remus Lupin too had succumbed to his injuries. More tears fell as Madam Pomfrey noticed the slight form of Harry Potter curled into Mr. Lupin's chest sobbing at the loss of his last connection to his parents. She had heard them speaking a few moments earlier and realized that Harry must have been right there when Remus had passed on. She bustled over to the bed with another white sheet in hand to cover the body so a service could be planned. "Come along now Mr. Potter. I am very sorry for his passing, but he is in a better place now," she said, trying to move Harry from his hold on the man.

"NO," Harry screamed, reaching for Remus as he was pulled away. His voice was so full of longing and sadness that it made Madam Pomfrey stop her attempt to loosen his hold on Remus.

She took a deep breath and pulled out her wand. "I am very sorry to do this Mr. Potter, please forgive me," she whispered. "Stupefy," she said, as a jet of red light caused Harry to slump over unmoving across the body of the last of the Marauders, his head resting on Remus' still chest, right above his heart. The spell casting caused Headmaster Dumbledore to appear as swiftly as if he had apparated into the ward.

"So Mr. Lupin too has passed on. I take it that Harry is not handling it well then," Professor Dumbledore stated, his eyes showing no signs of their usual twinkle. He could see that she had ended up having to stun Harry in order to be able to move him from Remus' side. "I will move him back to his bed," Professor Dumbledore said, walking over to two of his favourite students. "How I wish this had not been necessary. I fear that we will need to plan to lay Harry to rest with his friends and family. It is all too much for one so young to bear all at one time," Albus said, picking Harry up and carrying him back to his own bed. "I will miss you my child, but you will find your way to being happy. Something tells me that I may see you again sooner than I think," Albus said.

"Whatever are you talking about Headmaster? Mr. Potter is physically fine. Mentally, he will be hurting for a long time to come. You do not think that he will hurt himself? Shall I restrain him and take away his wand?" Madam Pomfrey asked, bustling over to Harry's bedside. Quietly she removed the stunning spell and watched him wake up.

"Why did you take me away from him? I wanted to lay with him so he wasn't alone…so I wasn't alone," Harry asked, tears falling once again.

Professor Dumbledore waved off Madam Pomfrey and turned back to Harry once she had gone to cover Remus with the sheet, casting the preservation spells on his body as she laid the sheet over him. "Poppy needed to cast the spells so that we can have the memorial for our fallen friends. I know it is hard, Harry, but as I have told you before, to the well-ordered mind, death is but the next great adventure. It may not have been their time, but there's never as much time as you believe you need," Albus said. "Then again, a wise man named Benjamin Franklin, have you heard of him Harry?" Albus asked.

"He was an American. I know he invented things, like bifocal eyeglasses and he liked to experiment with lightning. Something about electricity . . . which of course very few people in the Magical World understand. Hermione. . ." Harry's voice trailed off here, thinking about his best friend and her sharp mind was still far too raw.

"Yes, very good, Harry, Benjamin Franklin once said, Even peace may be purchased at too high a price," Albus said. "We have achieved peace thanks to you, Harry, but the price to you I can tell was far too high," Albus continued.

"I do not think I can do it Professor. I just want to be alone somewhere where I am not surrounded by my mistakes and the people I love who I will never talk to again. I need to get out of here Professor, please," Harry, pleaded, looking around rapidly trying to find an escape from the walls that felt as if they were closing in on him.

"I understand Mr. Potter. I wish we would be parting under more agreeable terms but, Harry, if I do not see you again, know that I love you like the grandson I never had," Albus said, handing Harry a pile of shimmering fabric, and for some odd reason, his shrunken trunk and the cage with his owl Hedwig. "You will find that everything, including your broom which had been chained to the wall of Professor Umbridge's office is now inside your trunk. Here is your wand, best put that in here instead of your pocket, Harry," Professor Dumbledore said, handing Harry his wand and a shiny holster made from black leather. "It is Sirius' holster, I found it in Headquarters just after last night's events and thought you might want it. It is dragon hide and will shrink to fit you," Albus finished with a smile.

Harry strapped it to his arm and felt the magic tingle as the dragon hide shrunk down to his size. "Why are you giving me all my belongings, sir?" Harry asked, thinking that he had just wanted to go for a walk to try to clear his head.

"You never know where your feet will take you and this way you will be prepared for anything you may find," Albus said. "Now off you go, put your trunk in your pocket, throw your outer robe back on and your shoes and get out of here under that cloak of yours," Albus said, helping Harry back into his shoes and robe and then draping the invisibility cloak over Harry's shoulders.

"Thank you professor. I do not know when I'll be back, but I will always remember the help you have given me," Harry said, giving the Headmaster an unexpected hug just before he slipped from the hospital wing.
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