No One Will Notice You're Gone

No One Will Notice You're Gone

By: Black Faith

Chapter 7 ~ Closed

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Petunia, cooking soup in her kitchen, appeared within the globe. Harry could see Belle take out her wand and point it straight at Petunia's head. The acid blue dot clearly shown on her horse-like face.

"Tell me, Harry, how much do you care for her?"

Sweat poured down his face and he felt as if the walls were closing in around him.

"I care!" he yelled in a voice an octave higher than his own.

"Do you?" she asked in a calm voice.

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"You answered a bit too quickly, Harry, think it out a bit. What would it be like living knowing that Petunia died at your hands-" She paused.

"-or should I say voice? What would it be like living without Petunia, Harry?" Her tone turned hungry.

He closed his eyes. He couldn't do it - it was too much death all at once. He wouldn't be able to take it and to see all of the suffering that comes with death... It was just too horrible to think about.

"I wouldn't be able to handle it - not another death, please don't. I would be the last one left in my family - other than Dudley." Harry swallowed thickly. "I care."

The image changed into Dudley, he was in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth.

"And what do you think about losing him?" she asked, the hunger in her tone more prominent. The black shadow-like circle was clear against his skin, shining brightly in the middle of Dudley's forehead.

Harry closed his eyes and opened them, he felt like giving up and as if his mind was going crazy at the same time.

"I can't handle another death, Belle, why do I have to go through with this?!" Harry asked trying to sound sane but she was driving him to the brink of lunacy. He had suffered enough with Sirius now this... It was all too much to take.

The image split into different sections and all members of the Order of the Phoenix were present. Tonks, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, all of them...

Belle ignored his question. "Will you miss them if they were gone?" she asked menacingly.

Harry pulled at his limbs stuck to the wall desperately. "Yes! I don't want to see anyone hurt or dead! I just want to go back to before everything happened - I don't want to think about Luna or Petunia or anyone dying! I just want to go back to my nice warm bed and sleep!" he yelled frantically.

"You haven't learned, Harry, and you're starting to get on my nerves!" she yelled, brandishing her wand threateningly at the orb. "You seem to want to give up! Are you going to give up on your friends, Harry? I have suspicion that you are! You should know how much I hate a quitter - a coward - a traitor!"

The orb burst into flame. Luna, Ron and Hermione appeared within the fire. "You know the consequences when I'm on the edge of my tolerance! You know what happens!"

Harry's heartbeat accelerated. "No! No! Please, God no! Don't hurt them! Take me instead! Just please don't hurt them!" he cried desperately, he was broken past the extent of fixing. He couldn't take anymore; he didn't want them dead, if he went they would be out of danger.

The orb disappeared and he fell from his bindings. He could hear the swift movements Belle made as she glided across the room. The only thing that he heard was utter and complete silence that kept him alert for a few seconds.

He felt a cold hand lift him up off the floor and push him against the wall. "Is that what you want? To die, Harry?" she asked calmly.

Harry gulped. "Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.

Belle laughed. "You dead?"

Harry glared and nodded. "I bet you would want nothing more than to see me dead," he said through gritted teeth.

"Then I've got what I wanted, Harry."

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