Harry Potter and the Trelawney Prophesy

Chapter 20

The Treasure

Harry stood solemnly before the table of all the newly elected Ministry Department heads. The prophecy - Voldemort - had been right. The wizarding world had united and had reconstructed just as Harry told them.

Sitting before Harry were the best witches and wizards with the best credentials and the best experience. Before Harry were the best the wizarding world had to offer. All elected - all accepting - and they'd all be dead tomorrow if...

One wizard stood up and addressed Harry.

"Is Lord Voldemort and his son pleased?"

Harry frowned at the man.

"Minister," said Harry. "Are you pleased? The wizarding world elected you." Harry glanced around. "All of you. They chose you to lead them. Doesn't that say something?

"I see before me the best witches and wizards there are. All with the power and the determination to correct the chaos which started in the world and in the Ministry when Voldemort first rose to power.

"He didn't know then that he needed the balance of power. All he could do was kill and cause terror and mayhem and fear and death.

"Then he came across me," said Harry. "You all know what happened after that. But Voldemort figured out what he needed after that. He knew what he did wrong, what he had to do.

"He's been manipulating me for three years now and, as I have said, I won't be manipulated any longer, nor will I be controlled. I gave him the balance of power of my own free will. Order is restored.

"Voldemort thinks he can take over now through me," Harry went on. "But I won't be used either. Our society can heal itself now." Harry looked at the new Minister of Magic. "Mr. Weasley, my destiny is fulfilled. It's time for me - and him - to go."

A look of dawning then of horror came across the Minister's face.

"Harry," said Arthur Weasley, "You didn't turn."

"I did what I had to do, sir," said Harry.

Harry heard the others start to mutter. The balance of power. The heirs unite. Sacrifice the treasure.

"He did it for us," said Steve Goodhue.

Mr. Weasley didn't turn from facing Harry. "Yes, Steve," said Mr. Weasley. "Harry-"

"Mr. Weasley, my time is up. It has to end before the terror returns. Tell-" Harry cut himself off and looked away not sure what he wanted to say to anyone. "Goodbye," said Harry. "And good luck."

"No," shouted Mr. Weasley. "Harry-"

"My time is over," said Harry. "I'm not needed anymore."

"But you are, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "We still need you."

"I'm sorry," said Harry. "I'd like to be just Harry again."

Well, he guessed his mother had bought him 16 years. But now he had friends and people he loved. At the age of one, what did he have?

Harry shook off the thoughts and looked in his mirror. "You said you were ready, Harry," he told his reflection. "Accept your destiny. ALL of it."

Harry stared at himself.

Are you ready to die, Harry?

Harry's life was a nightmare but at least Harry had his friends.

With a heavy heart, Harry sat down at his desk to say goodbye to them. Picking up his quill, he began,

Dear Ron,

I know you will hate me for not taking you with me on this last adventure but I need you to take care of Hermione. I surmise she will be a wreck. I need to know that you two will be happy together. Remember the fun we had getting into trouble.

I want you to have my Firebolt. Remember me whenever you fly it.

Always remember that I know I had the best friend anyone could ask for. You and your family has done more for me than anything in this world.

Thanks for being my best friend. I know it wasn't easy but you did a hell of a job doing it.

Harry

Dear Hermione,

Please take care of Ron. He needs you more than I think he knows.

You have helped me so much, I don't know how to thank you.

I entrust Hedwig to your care. She has always trusted you and you never got an owl as you so wanted.

I will be sending Rowan to Ginger. I can not say everything I want to say to her, so please reassure her and support her.

I'm counting on you - as I know I can.

Much love,

Harry

Dear Sirius,

You know as well as I that this was coming. I can't do what I'm told on this one but I do wish we had moved to Bulgaria.

Sirius, I love you and I trust you with the most important things in my life - my friends. Please take care of them. You have broken all boundaries for me. Please do the same for them.

Please don't hate me.

Harry

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,

Thank you for allowing me into your family. My life was its fullest whenever I was sitting at your table at the Burrow, listening to the loving bickering and complaining. Everyone in your family is a special individual and I'm honored to have known every one of them.

Please don't be upset with all the trouble I've gotten Ron into. As the best friend anyone could ask for, I have relied on him the most and he's never let me down. Be proud of him. I am. I wish he could help me now, but I know he can't. No one can.

I am alone again but it doesn't bother me because your family has shown me what it's like to be loved. Thank you.

Harry

Dear Mrs. Weasley,

You have been the closest thing to a mother that I have ever had. As large as your family is and with all the people you care about, that you had room enough in your heart for me still astounds me.

Thank you.

I have a vast closeness with your family but my dreams are pretty accurate. I had one of me sitting at the table at the Burrow and you complaining about my hair being untidy as it always is. I called you mum.

I think of that dream often. Please remember that when you think of me and know that is how I saw you.

I wish I knew - could find the words to express my thanks.

Harry

Draco,

It seems that we've come along way since the train our first year. From enmity to telepathy. If I've never thanked you for being there at there at the end then let me do it now. You understood and it was what I needed. Thank you.

I hope you consider me your friend now because I consider you mine. To prove this, I am sending testimony to Dumbledore to help clear you of charges that may incriminate you.

I have made my choice and now I must deal with it. I'll try not to be too tragic about it but with my Gryffindor moronity, you never know.

Please take care of Sennie. The sword bestowed to me from your father has become one of my dearest possessions. As it comes from your father's collection, I know you will care for it and I know Sennie will accept you when I am gone. Fencing and flying, Draco. Our rivalry always attracted attention.

Harry

PS: What does one wear to a prophetic suicide?

Dear Remus,

This is perhaps the hardest letter I've had to write. I'm out of time, I'm out of excuses. I hope I'm not out of courage. But I know I have you.

When you get this, I will be gone. You will be the only one Sirius has left. Please don't let him hate me. I know he will be disappointed in me but he knows (and so do you) that I did what I had to do.

Please take care of Sirius. I trust you to do it just as I know my father would have.

Harry

The last couple of letters required a lot of thought but once done, Harry tied them all to Hedwig's leg and sent her Dumbledore.

"He'll know what to do, girl," Harry told Hedwig. "Then go to Hermione. I'm counting on you."

Hedwig hooted and nipped Harry's hand then she rubbed her head into his neck. With another hoot, she flew out the window.

Harry turned to Rowan. She was nearing the end of her cycle. Harry had read a phoenix' cycle could be a very long time or even very short depending on the powers it had performed, how much healing it had done and how many lives it had saved. In Rowan's case, Harry guessed she hadn't had an easy time being his phoenix.

She was looking at him now as if she were about to berate him again in song. She jumped onto his arm, staring into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, girl, there isn't anything you can do," said Harry. "My mind is made up and you know how stubborn I am."

Rowan sang softly. Her song told Harry she would wait for him. Confused, Harry simply stroked her then let her hop back onto her perch.

"Go to Ginger when I'm gone," Harry told her. She mere stared at him.

Harry sighed and took a last look around at his room. As a last gesture, he raised his hand and rearranged the furniture.

"I always wanted a bed near a window," said Harry.

He glanced at his watch. Dinner time. He tapped it, saying, "What should I be doing?"

You should be having dinner not contemplating suicide. Flashed the watch.

Harry raised his hand then decided he didn't want a commentary.

No excuses, Harry.

"Cycled again, have we?" said Harry. "I guess you've been busy the past few years too."

Harry moved to the shelf and picked up the sorting hat. He put it on his head.

"Ah, back again," said the hat.

"You know what I need," said Harry.

"Um, yes. Courage. Plenty of courage," said the hat. "And the need to prove yourself, your loyalty."

"Yes," said Harry impatient now. "Now give me what I need. Please."

Harry felt the thud on his head and took off the hat. He reached in and pulled out Godric Gryffindor's sword, gripping it tightly by the hilt.

"Thanks," said Harry as he put the hat back.

Harry took a couple of deep breaths.

The end of my nightmare.