Rating:
PG-13
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Harry Potter
Genres:
Angst
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 05/16/2003
Updated: 05/16/2003
Words: 1,932
Chapters: 1
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The Sound of Silence

Aquila

Story Summary:
Well Harry stands on the window and thinks, Hermione thinks too...

Chapter Summary:
[i]The 30 years old Harry Potter was standing alone in the dark by the window staring up to the sky...[/i] It's 13 years after the battle, 13 years after his death, and still, he can't stop blaming himself. A look into the future of those who survived. Following Tell my Friends and Footsteps. Harry's / Hermione's POV. Slight H/HR, very slight!
Posted:
05/16/2003
Hits:
780
Author's Note:
Well, be kind to me, It�s my first fiction. Well the first I post ever. And i want to thank my Beta reader geo. You rock!


Hello darkness my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left it seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sounds of silence

The 30 years old Harry Potter was standing alone in the dark by the window staring out in the sky.

When you just looked in his direction a few moments you would see a young man who hadn't changed much since his last year on school. His hair was as messy as ever and his eyes as bright. Quidditsch had done a good job on him and his body was build very well. He stood there at 1.80 meters (what's that in foot or whatever you call it? I don't know, if only ever learned to think n meters and so) in his dark red robes by the window and you could think everything was perfectly normal, but if you looked closer, if you knew him you'd see, no you'd only feel that something was completely out of order. Harry Potter wasn't the funny boy from school anymore. He wasn't even what you would call a normal 30 years old man. No, something was wrong with him. If you looked even closer you could see he had been crying for a long time, as his eyes were all red and puffy .

Cried?

Harry Potter, cries?

He didn't seemed to notice anything going on around him Behind him the teachers of Hogwarts met. Dumbledore had called them together. They called him cause they wanted to start with whatever Dumbledore had called them for. Hermione, who had teached Traniguration since McGonagalls death watched him sadly, tears forming in her eyes. She knew what was wrong with him, she had been there as it happened, she was feeling the same. As she got the message of Ron's death she broke down, cried for a few days, went to the funeral and eventually stood up again, went on with her live. She told herself Ron wouldn't want her to grief for the rest of her live. She told harry this too. Harry was taking it a lot harder than her.

He had have to live through so much more than she. Too much of his friends and family had died and the worst was, he mad himself responsible for it. "Harry"

He didn't notice that they were calling him. He was only standing there, staring in the sky and thinking about, well, nothing and everything at the same time.

In restless dreams I walked alone

narrow streets of Cobblestone

'neath the halo of a streetlamp

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes where stabbed

By the flash of a neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence

It was getting late and dark outside. The moon came out, the stars began to shine.

'They are all up there now' Harry thought. When he was little and inside his cupboard, he imagined that the death people were now stars and they were watching the ones they cared about. Well he too had hoped that someone would came and get him out from his cupboard. Each day he had prayed for it and than it happened one day. From this day on he learned to believe in dreams and so he stuck to his old idea of the stars. It was somehow comforting to know them all near him. This bright star over there was his Mom and the one next to it his Dad.

And over there were Cedric and Hagrid and Dean.

And there Minister Fudge and...and

And Ron.

Too much had died because of him. 'cause he couldn't have been stronger.

'cause he hadn't finished him off earlier. Because he had been scared and he hesitated to go after him...

He had ones read a line that said: everything that happens, happens. (Douglas Adams, well it's in one o his books, I don't now if it's from him or just stolen *gggg*)

It wasn't very comforting at all. He didn't like the idea of an inevitable destiny. It couldn't be that way. You had to be able to change your fate in some situations and he had failed to do so in many ways.

And in the naked light I saw

ten thousand people maybe more

People talking without speaking

People hearing without listening

People writing songs

that voices never share

And no one dare

disturb the sound of silence

He really hadn't been able to help anyone. He was just a 17 years old boy against the whole Death eater league. It was like David against Goliath but this time David should win with a great loss. In the antic someone said: If we win again like this we will loose, or something like this. The one said this because they lost so many of theis soldiers in that battle that if they would loos so many again, there wouldn't be any to go on. Hermione couldn't remember who said it (that's mostly because I can't remember who said it too, but lets say she is to confused, thinking about that battle and everything! *gggg*), but she thought of it as right. They lost so many of their friends in this one battle, they wouldn't be able to win another.

How well she could remember that night!

~~~~~~~~~~~(Flashback start)~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything was dark, even though it was only 4 p.m. and June. It was graduation night to be exactly and she and all her friends were now fully accepted wizards and now some of them weren't anymore at all. Voldemort had chosen that day for his last battle. Or the first in the war, whatever he was here now. Hermione followed harry through the mess of screaming and death classmates, she didn't know where they were going but it didn't matter. They lost Ron in the mess, they would meet up later.

The screams grew louder, Hermione searched for Harry's hand as she couldn't see anything through her tears and he didn't want to lose him too. Harry led her trough all of that, he was going straight to the forbidden forest where he thought they'd be safe.

But than everything changed. The screams suddenly stopped, a light appeared and with it, Lord Voldemort.

"Where is Potter?" he asked.

No one said a word, no one answered him.

"Where is Potter?" he asked again, his high voice ringing through the air. "Answer me or this little ,poor girl will die." He pointed his wand at the student nearest to him. It was a little Hufflepuff first year girl who began to cry immediately. "Answer me!" No one said a word. No one knew it.

"Well if you won't talk I'll kill him here too!" His wand pointed at a boy around age 15.

Nothing... Voldemort opened his mouth.. then: "here I am! What do you want?" harry came across the field, a dizzy Hermione behind him. She didn't realise what was going on around her.

" Ah there you are, Potter, and you've brought your mudybloody girlfriend too. Oh this will be a nice meeting here. Sadly it will be the last meeting of us too. But now say goodbye to your girlfriend, Potter!"

He raced his wand, pointing at Hermione and...

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Stupefey!" Harry shouted in exactly the same moment.

What now happened was very well known to Harry but not to Hermione and the rest of the survivors. The wands connected. A web of light spun around them, they were in some kind of cage together. There were those bubbles again and they were all coming straight to harry.

Harry felt he was losing it. He felt he couldn't hold on much longer, but he needn't do it anyway.

From behind Voldemort came a voice. One he never ever imagined to speak those words or even speak in Voldemorts present at all, Nevilles: " This is for my parents and for all of my friends you murdered Voldemort! AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A green flash and Harry felt the connection fading away as well as his consciousness.

Hermione, totally under shock, as everyone on the field, saw Voldemort falling to the ground and then bursting into flames leaving nothing behind than ashes. She too saw harry falling, but as that happened she too was fading away.

~~~~~~~~~~~(Flashback end)~~~~~~~~~~~

***

And all of sudden they seemed to be standing there in the sky. All the victims of his cowardice. And they were winking him. None of them was making a sad face, they were standing there and smiled. They seemed to want to tell him: "It's not your fault. You couldn't do anything about it"

"Oh yes, I had to do something" He was responsible for their deaths, he war responsible for the deaths of many innocent people.

"Harry you couldn't" said a voice in his head.

'yes. I HAD to do SOMETHING!'

Fools said I you do not know

silence like a cancer grows

Hear my words that I might teach you

take my arms that I might reach you

but my words like silent raindrops fell

and echoed in the wells of silence

The stars vanished, made space for clouds, but the people stayed.

They smiled and winked and did NOT believe that it was his fault.

"But I HAD to do something" he cried out loud. Inside everyone jumped at the sound of his voice and outside a little bird made a startled sound and flew away totally scared.

"Harry don't let yourself down. It's not your fault" came a voice from behind him.

Outside it started to rain and the raindrops washed away his vision.

Harry sighted and turned around.

"Mione I HAD to do something"

"But harry you couldn't." With this she came over hugging him tight, knowing he needed just that and nothing else. He wouldn't listen to what she told him, he thought he was responsibly for their death and no one could convince him otherwise. Sometimes it really was annoying to see him like that but she knew he needed time. Just time and eventually he would stop living in a dreamwold and came back to live. So she just hugged him and whispered smoothing words in his ear to stop herself from crying, but she failed. 'you couldn't" she whispered and let her tears out.

And the people bowed and prayed

to the neon god they made

And sign flashed out its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said

The words of the prophets are

Written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

They stayed like this for a wile. With a little kiss on the lips Harry said plain and simple 'Thank you, 'Mione. Then he gave her a little kiss on the cheek and brought her closer to him.

Hermione had put her head on his shoulder and snuggled up closer to him.

They stand there like this in complete silence and tears began to fall freely from Hermiones cheeks . They definitely had gone trough too much together. They had lost too many of their friends, but they still had each other. She was sure she wouldn't have made it trough the war, through the death of her parents and through Ron's and now she would definitely not make it though her live without him.

Without a word Harry kissed her tears away.

They didn't need words to understand each other.

And wisper'd in the sound of silence


A/N:Please review and let me know what you think about it! OK?

Please! Please!

Aquila