- Rating:
- R
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Remus Lupin
- Genres:
- Angst Drama
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
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Published: 11/03/2003Updated: 11/03/2003Words: 536Chapters: 1Hits: 407
- Posted:
- 11/03/2003
- Hits:
- 407
- Author's Note:
- My AIM screen name is CuteFzzyPuppKtn, so feel free to IM me with criticism!
It was a cold, silent, and dreary night in Little Whinging. The moon was full, and the black sky was cloudless. Thousands of dazzling stars covered the dark heavens. It was on this night that the boy Harry Potter stepped into his small bedroom, which was in number four, Privet Drive, with tears in his eyes.
Like the night, Harry was cold, dreary, and silent. His face was pale, and his hands were clammy. His breath was shallow, and his wide eyes barely blinked. The only movement in the room was Harry's shallow breathing, and his darting eyes, which reread the note in his trembling hand.
Harry-
I regret to inform you that Lord Voldemort has murdered our dear friends Arthur, Molly, Ron, and Ginny Weasley. Somehow he broke into the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, which puts us all in danger. I beg of you, do NOT do anything thoughtless. I will come over shortly.
-Remus J. Lupin
Harry sat down at his desk. He laid Remus' letter down. He whipped out a fresh sheet of parchment. Quill in hand, he wrote:
This is the last will and testimony of Harry James Potter.
I would like to leave half of the money in my Gringotts vault to Fred and George Weasley. They can use it for their joke shop. I would leave it to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. But now that they are dead...
I would like to leave the rest of my money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sure that the healers and patients there would greatly appreciate my contribution.
I would like to leave all of my spell books and school supplies to my fellow Gryffindor students. They can fight each other for my stuff. I really don't care anymore.
I would like to return the Marauders' Map to Remus J. Lupin, for it is rightfully his.
Last, but most certainly not least, I would like to give my Firebolt to Nymphadora Tonks, for she seemed to like it when she saw it a year ago...
Harry finished his will, signed it, and put it aside. Then, he whipped out another fresh piece of parchment, and wrote:
Cruel World-
I am so sorry about this, but this is what I have to do. This is my entire fault. It is my fault that I stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Wormtail when they had the chance. It is my fault that Sirius died.... It's all my fault.
"The Prophecy" isn't real. It's all crap. I am not the one with the power to defeat Voldemort. No matter how hard we try, he will take over. He will kill all who oppose him. I have no power over him. I am nobody....
This is what I must do. You guys are much better off without me. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye.
-Harry Potter
Harry laid this letter next to his will. He walked over to his bed, where his wand lay. He picked it up, and went over to the mirror. He stood in front of the mirror; his wand pointed to his head. He opened his mouth, inhaled oxygen, and said the two infamous words....
"Avada Kedavra!"