FIC--Wallowing in Self-Pity, chapter one
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Wallowing in Self-Pity
Chapter: One
Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
PART ONE
Harry sat in the corridor of St Mungo's, his head in his hands, sobbing over what had brought him there.
Ron.
Ron was in the emergency ward, fighting to stay alive while Healers tried desperately to save his arm. Harry couldn't look at Ron after he'd arrived at the hospital, it pained him too much to look at his battered and bloodied body and listen to his guttural screams of agony until he passed out from the pain.
After Ron stumbled out of the forest, he collapsed in front of Harry, who ran to him and picked him up to return him to the waiting dragon and the others.
"Take him to St. Mungo's!" he shouted, thrusting Ron into Bill's waiting arms. "I'll finish him off!"
Before Hermione could stop him, he slapped the dragon's behind and it took off into the sky, it's huge, gossamer wings, causing a whirlwind below. Harry could hear Tonks cursing at him from the sky.
Harry's hands grasped his and Ron's wand tightly in one of his hands, waiting for the Death Eaters and Voldemort to emerge from the Forbidden Forest. Wet footsteps signaled their arrival and Harry pushed back his sopping wet hair back away from his eyes.
The menacing image of Voldemort now stood before him, flanked by his wounded and prideful followers.
"Harry," Voldemort hissed, "you're companions have left you. It's down to you and I. How fitting, wouldn't you say?"
Harry said nothing as he and the Dark Lord began circling each other while the Death Eaters backed up, giving them room for their eventual duel. Some began making taunting noises, making the hair on Harry's back stand on end.
"Aren't we going to observe the niceties, Harry? It's rather rude of you to not follow custom," Voldemort sneered. He raised his wand and Harry knew what was coming and cast a silent Protego to ward off the Cruciatus.
Harry was ready to play his hand. His poker face in place, he reached into the deep pocket of his robe and grasped the item inside.
"Slytherin's locket! Yeah, I know all about 'em, Tom!"
Harry threw the locket on the ground and disintegrated it with a blast from his wand and enlarged the shield charm around him as a shriek flew into the air from Voldemort.
"Hufflepuff's cup—GONE!...Gaunt's ring—GONE!..." He sneered at the former Tom Riddle, ticking off the list of the Horcruxes that had already been destroyed. "Your diary—GONE!...Gryffindor's sword—GONE!...Ravenclaw's tiara—GONE!" Harry allowed himself to smile. "You're mortal, Tom, and I'm sending whatever pathetic piece of your soul you have left into hell!"
Dropping his wand into the pocket, he tightened his grip on Ron's wand and with a flourish, waved it and threw a Confundus Charm at the evil wizard, which hit him full in the chest, sending him flying backwards. Harry then cast an Immobilus onto the Death Eaters to keep them from joining the fight.
Once Voldemort recovered, he set about casting various spells at Harry, which he was able to block, thanks to Ron's wand. Voldemort was perplexed at the development and, as Harry had suspected, was surprised that Priori Incantatem was not activated as it had so many years ago.
Voldemort's surprise gave Harry the opportunity he was waiting for and he cast the spell he never thought he would.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light zoomed out of the wand and enveloped the shocked Voldemort stood for a moment. He blinked, stumbled backward, and then fell to the ground. Before the others could react, Harry shot a wide, arching Full Body Bind at them, sending them all the muddied ground. Breathing hard and shaken, Harry turned toward Hogwarts, which sat smoldering in the background, and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" summoning the Order to pick up the pieces.
After he was joined by Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry told them what happened and then Apparated to St Mungo's, arriving shortly before Ron and the others. Harry watched in silence as the Healers and Mediwizards performed spell after spell to stop Ron's bleeding as he cried out in anguish, passing out for relief.
Harry was shaken awake by someone shaking his shoulder, and his eyes opened to a blurry Molly Weasley sitting next to him.
"How…how is he?" he asked between yawns.
"They couldn't save his arm, Harry. They tried for three hours," she answered with tears in her eyes. "But he's awake and asking for you, dear. He wants to talk to you."
Harry leaned forward again and rubbed his face with his hands, sobs taking over his body again. "My fault…Ron…my fault."
"No, Harry, it's not your fault. Ron went along willingly and knew the risks. For Merlin's sake, Harry, he's still alive!" Molly shouted, her voice starting to falter.
He continued to shake his head and felt sick to his stomach. If he moved, he knew he'd throw up right there. The image of Ron's mangled arm kept flashing through his mind and he began shaking, not able to forget the horrible pain he imagined Ron to be in.
"I…I can't, Mrs. Weasley…I can't look at him knowing that him getting hurt like that was all because of me!" He stood up from the bench and turned toward the door at the end of the corridor. Mrs. Weasley stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"Harry James Potter, you get in there and talk to your best friend. He needs you now more than ever. So you turn yourself around and get in that room!" She pointed at the swinging door behind her, the door Harry knew contained Ron and sheepishly obeyed. He walked sullenly down the corridor and with a large amount of trepidation, he pushed open the door.
Ron lay on the hospital bed, looking pale and ashen, with bloodied gauze wrapped around his shoulder where his arm should have been. His head was turned away from Harry, talking to Hermione in the chair next to the bed. As the door swung shut, Hermione and Ron looked up, beaming at him, although Ron looked as if he was doped up on something pretty powerful.
"Heyyyy, 'arry!" Ron slurred. "Me arm's gone!"
"Uh, yeah…s-sorry about that, mate," Harry answered, looking keenly at his shoes.
"Harry, it's not your fault. None of this is," Hermione reminded him as she stroke Ron's hair, making his eyes droop.
"Hermione, if he hadn't shoved me ahead of him, he'd still be a whole person," Harry muttered to the floor.
"Harry, he's fine." At her words, Ron fell back against the pillows, obviously passed out again from the potions he'd been given.
"No he's not, Hermione. I've got to go." Harry turned on his heel and decided to just keep walking.
Chapter: One
Chapter Rating: PG
Summary: Too many things have gone wrong. Too many people have suffered, even though the battle is won. A self-imposed exile is all he thinks he deserves.
Harry sat in the corridor of St Mungo's, his head in his hands, sobbing over what had brought him there.
Ron.
Ron was in the emergency ward, fighting to stay alive while Healers tried desperately to save his arm. Harry couldn't look at Ron after he'd arrived at the hospital, it pained him too much to look at his battered and bloodied body and listen to his guttural screams of agony until he passed out from the pain.
After Ron stumbled out of the forest, he collapsed in front of Harry, who ran to him and picked him up to return him to the waiting dragon and the others.
"Take him to St. Mungo's!" he shouted, thrusting Ron into Bill's waiting arms. "I'll finish him off!"
Before Hermione could stop him, he slapped the dragon's behind and it took off into the sky, it's huge, gossamer wings, causing a whirlwind below. Harry could hear Tonks cursing at him from the sky.
Harry's hands grasped his and Ron's wand tightly in one of his hands, waiting for the Death Eaters and Voldemort to emerge from the Forbidden Forest. Wet footsteps signaled their arrival and Harry pushed back his sopping wet hair back away from his eyes.
The menacing image of Voldemort now stood before him, flanked by his wounded and prideful followers.
"Harry," Voldemort hissed, "you're companions have left you. It's down to you and I. How fitting, wouldn't you say?"
Harry said nothing as he and the Dark Lord began circling each other while the Death Eaters backed up, giving them room for their eventual duel. Some began making taunting noises, making the hair on Harry's back stand on end.
"Aren't we going to observe the niceties, Harry? It's rather rude of you to not follow custom," Voldemort sneered. He raised his wand and Harry knew what was coming and cast a silent Protego to ward off the Cruciatus.
Harry was ready to play his hand. His poker face in place, he reached into the deep pocket of his robe and grasped the item inside.
"Slytherin's locket! Yeah, I know all about 'em, Tom!"
Harry threw the locket on the ground and disintegrated it with a blast from his wand and enlarged the shield charm around him as a shriek flew into the air from Voldemort.
"Hufflepuff's cup—GONE!...Gaunt's ring—GONE!..." He sneered at the former Tom Riddle, ticking off the list of the Horcruxes that had already been destroyed. "Your diary—GONE!...Gryffindor's sword—GONE!...Ravenclaw's tiara—GONE!" Harry allowed himself to smile. "You're mortal, Tom, and I'm sending whatever pathetic piece of your soul you have left into hell!"
Dropping his wand into the pocket, he tightened his grip on Ron's wand and with a flourish, waved it and threw a Confundus Charm at the evil wizard, which hit him full in the chest, sending him flying backwards. Harry then cast an Immobilus onto the Death Eaters to keep them from joining the fight.
Once Voldemort recovered, he set about casting various spells at Harry, which he was able to block, thanks to Ron's wand. Voldemort was perplexed at the development and, as Harry had suspected, was surprised that Priori Incantatem was not activated as it had so many years ago.
Voldemort's surprise gave Harry the opportunity he was waiting for and he cast the spell he never thought he would.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The green light zoomed out of the wand and enveloped the shocked Voldemort stood for a moment. He blinked, stumbled backward, and then fell to the ground. Before the others could react, Harry shot a wide, arching Full Body Bind at them, sending them all the muddied ground. Breathing hard and shaken, Harry turned toward Hogwarts, which sat smoldering in the background, and shouted, "Expecto Patronum!" summoning the Order to pick up the pieces.
After he was joined by Remus Lupin and Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry told them what happened and then Apparated to St Mungo's, arriving shortly before Ron and the others. Harry watched in silence as the Healers and Mediwizards performed spell after spell to stop Ron's bleeding as he cried out in anguish, passing out for relief.
Harry was shaken awake by someone shaking his shoulder, and his eyes opened to a blurry Molly Weasley sitting next to him.
"How…how is he?" he asked between yawns.
"They couldn't save his arm, Harry. They tried for three hours," she answered with tears in her eyes. "But he's awake and asking for you, dear. He wants to talk to you."
Harry leaned forward again and rubbed his face with his hands, sobs taking over his body again. "My fault…Ron…my fault."
"No, Harry, it's not your fault. Ron went along willingly and knew the risks. For Merlin's sake, Harry, he's still alive!" Molly shouted, her voice starting to falter.
He continued to shake his head and felt sick to his stomach. If he moved, he knew he'd throw up right there. The image of Ron's mangled arm kept flashing through his mind and he began shaking, not able to forget the horrible pain he imagined Ron to be in.
"I…I can't, Mrs. Weasley…I can't look at him knowing that him getting hurt like that was all because of me!" He stood up from the bench and turned toward the door at the end of the corridor. Mrs. Weasley stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"Harry James Potter, you get in there and talk to your best friend. He needs you now more than ever. So you turn yourself around and get in that room!" She pointed at the swinging door behind her, the door Harry knew contained Ron and sheepishly obeyed. He walked sullenly down the corridor and with a large amount of trepidation, he pushed open the door.
Ron lay on the hospital bed, looking pale and ashen, with bloodied gauze wrapped around his shoulder where his arm should have been. His head was turned away from Harry, talking to Hermione in the chair next to the bed. As the door swung shut, Hermione and Ron looked up, beaming at him, although Ron looked as if he was doped up on something pretty powerful.
"Heyyyy, 'arry!" Ron slurred. "Me arm's gone!"
"Uh, yeah…s-sorry about that, mate," Harry answered, looking keenly at his shoes.
"Harry, it's not your fault. None of this is," Hermione reminded him as she stroke Ron's hair, making his eyes droop.
"Hermione, if he hadn't shoved me ahead of him, he'd still be a whole person," Harry muttered to the floor.
"Harry, he's fine." At her words, Ron fell back against the pillows, obviously passed out again from the potions he'd been given.
"No he's not, Hermione. I've got to go." Harry turned on his heel and decided to just keep walking.
