Love works in mysteriouse ways ficlet request

Love Works in Mysterious Ways

                Harry pulled the sword out of the body that lay on the ground in front of him.  He had used that sword in many battles, but before now he had never actually killed with it.  He dropped the sword to the ground as tears began silently flowing from his eyes; his breath came in short ragged gasps and his knees gave way.  He fell for an eternity landing on the bodies of countless dead from the battle.  The smell of death overtook him; it was worse than a thousand dementors, the face of every deatheater he had ever killed flashed before his eyes finally stopping on the last one he had killed, this one’s body directly in front of him.  The white deatheater’s hood was still on the body, he had no idea who it was or if it was man or woman, but this one death made him feel guiltier than any other.  He reached forward grabbing the deatheater’s hand.  His eyes began to roll back into his head he rolled onto his still holding the deatheater’s hand he saw hid friends standing on a hill a little ways south on the battlefield, but that was not what caught his attention the most, no the blood red sky caught his attention and brought him slightly back to consciousness.

        Harry was still only semi-conscious he still held the hand of the deatheater; he was also beginning to see things.  He saw a house; he was soon inside the house and in a family room.  It was Christmas a tree stood in the corner, but it held no lights or decorations.  A family soon came in their mood as dismal as the tree looked.  There was still something missing though, no not something, someone.  Harry’s mind was immediately brought back he now saw nothing but the blood red sky.  He realized now why the family was so sad, it was him; it was his fault.  He had killed an integral part of that family.  His mind was reeling through a million thoughts, He was a murderer and he was only eighteen, his mind went into shock finally slipping out of consciousness.

        Harry groaned he still felt a hand in his, but this one was warm; he rolled on his side and opened his eyes.  Where he expected the deatheater to be was instead a woman.  Harry pulled back he realized now who this woman was, it was his mother.  His eyes widened, he looked away from her and into the room, there were more quidditch posters that he could count, a snitch flew around the room, and any remaining space left on the walls were filled with someone else playing quidditch.  He looked closer squinting, it was his father! 

Lily followed his gaze he was staring at a picture of James and him playing quidditch.  She kissed his cheek and said gently to him, “Do you remember that Harry? The first time you beat your father?”  Harry stared at the picture for a few more second he answered looking his mother in the eye, “No, no I don’t remember any of this.”

Tears formed in Harry’s eyes he looked around the room so many memories were there all of them supposed to be his.  But none of them really were, his parents were supposed to be dead, but yet here sat his mother holding his hand.  She squeezed his hand slightly tears forming in her eyes.  She smiled through them though looking down at her son.

“What’s wrong Mum?” Harry asked having never seen her before now he couldn’t stand to see her sad.
“You’ve just been sick; well your father says I’m being over protective, but you’re my baby and you’re at Hogwarts all year long and if you’re sick or hurt I’m not there beside you.  Well you seem to be better now.  Do you feel alright?”

“I feel fine Mum,” he lied he was sore all over, he knew why but didn’t want to think about it.  Even if this all was just a dream, he didn’t want o interrupt it not when his dream was full of such bliss.  Harry remained in the bedroom soon falling asleep.  His mother had left his side leaving only a room full of someone’s memories.

Harry woke to the faint calling of his mother for lunch.  He swung his legs over the side placing his feet on the ground and standing.  A mirror hung on the wardrobe door across from is bed, a measuring chart ,left from his supposed childhood, still stuck to it; though it ended at five feet he mentally continued to mark off inches until he go to the top of his head, seven extra inches.  He dropped to his bed as he looked to the calendar above the table, July 4th, 1995 he read off his mouth fell open; he was only fifteen.

Harry sat in stunned silence, his eyes moved from picture to picture trying to find something, anything of familiarity; he could find nothing.  His mind screamed to him that it was all fake he remembered eighteen years of life, but none of it was this life, none of it fit, but neither seemed to be wrong.  Harry sat like this for a few more moments that seemed to last an eternity before going to his mother. 

Life continued on like this for a few weeks Harry felt he was living a lie but loved every minute of it.  He no longer was flagged down in the streets for his scar, but his father was flagged down for his defeat of Voldemort.  His life was the closest to normal it had ever been, in this life he knew his grandparents and received birthday presents.  Life was perfect.  Harry lived this lie with vigor he even started to believe in the lie as time for him to return to Hogwarts drew nearer and nearer.

Finally it was the day before he returned to Hogwarts, and his mother was helping him to pack.  She carefully folded everything placing it carefully into the trunk knowing if she let him do it he would have thrown it all into his cauldron.  Halfway through the packing James called to Harry from downstairs Harry looked to his mother waiting a moment before rushing out of the room as his mother gave a nod of approval though it was with a sigh.  Harry found his father at the bottom of the stairs with a large parcel in his hands.  Harry’s face lit up with a large grin he knew what was in that parcel, a lightning rod 3000.
“Judging by that silly expression you’ve got on your face you know what I’ve got here.  It’s a congratulations gift from me and your mother for making captain.  So what do you say about giving it a test fly before you go back to Hogwarts, one last game first to fifty?”

“Sure Dad first to fifty,” Harry’s smile got bigger as he yelled up the stairs, “Mum be back soon going out with Dad.”

The two were out the door before Lily even had a moment to protest.  They were soon at the park in the middle of the small wizarding community in which they lived.  A quidditch pitch was in the center of that park with smaller practice fields surrounding it, Harry and his father headed to one of these to start their game. 

The game began quickly James starting with possession of the quaffle, but it was quickly taken by Harry.  Harry pushed forward to his father’s goal he took aim and shot, but it was hit away at the last second by his father who again took possession.  James pressed forward scoring a goal against his son.  Harry took the quaffle again outrunning his father to score a point at an unprotected goal.  The game continued on like this each scoring a goal soon after the other always head to head.  Until both had four goals it was forty to forty one goal left till they knew the victor.  Harry had the quaffle but his father was on his tail speeding forward trying to beat his son to the goal.  Harry was only a second ahead when his father pressed himself against his broom knocking the tail of Harry’s broom in his progress forward.  Harry lost control falling from his broom turning over and over in the air, James rushed to him  but was too late as Harry hit the ground, his eyes widening as he saw the blood red sky and the world faded to black. 

A strange aura was approaching Harry in his world of black, as it came closer he could see that the aura was actually around someone, and not just anybody, but Professor Dumbledore.  The elderly man was soon directly in front of where Harry lay light seemed to emanate from him, his eyes still holding their classic twinkle.

Harry stared up at him the teacher smiling down as he began to speak in his ever so patient manner, “It is often said that love works in mysterious ways Mr. Potter, I think we once again see this with you.  Once more your mother has left a wonderful gift the first gift she left of course being your life and this gift is very close it is a place of sanctuary, a haven in your largest time of need.  The thing you needed most brought to you by someone long dead, but as I said before love works in mysterious ways.  It is the strongest magic ever known to man transcending even time.  You know you yourself are probably the best example of this, we have ever seen, I don’t think that Merlin himself could have rivaled your mother in the magic of love.” Dumbledore ended his speech abruptly with a chuckle as he disappeared and Harry’s black world turned from black to grey to a brilliant white.  Harry awoke finding himself in a room at St. Mungo’s Professor Dumbledore at his side.  Harry looked to him a perplexed look on his face.

“Ahh Mr. Potter I see you awaken, your friends will be glad to know of this, and I’m sure you’re wondering about the dream you had.  But as I said love works in mysterious way Mr. Potter, love works in mysterious ways.”


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