Adjacent To The Fray
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this whatsoever.
Spoilers: Books 1-4.
Pairing (if any): H/Hr, R/LV, and D/G
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to my fic "If You Love Me; You'll Understand Me".
Summary: The prologue takes place straight after the events of chapter 9 in "If You Love Me; You'll Understand Me". Memories are wiped and harry is left with the bittersweet memory of it all.
A/N: A BIG BIG thanks to meme30 for the re-reading of my chapter 9 so many times and reviewing it so many times as well. And to everybody that read and reviewed the story that started this one. THANK YOU!!!
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Prologue
I watched them from my office, my new office in the Ministry of Magic. They walked down the large stone steps together; at least they had each other to depend on; to land on.
My two best friends smiling and joking together, never knowing me, never knowing they'd seen the amazing Harry Potter's face. The Boy Who Lived was but a legend to them now. A legend never seen.
They had been the most impacted two; that's why they'd been needed for the whole process. Fudge had ordered them to be brought into the conjuring circle under a stupefy charm, so they wouldn't be able to talk to me. He said it would make the whole thing "A little less painful."
It only made it worse, to see them like that.
The worst part was that only a few hours before, I'd been content lying in Hermione's arms, watching her breathing for possibly the last time in my life. Life is cruel and misunderstood.
You'll never know how much something means to you until it's gone.
And now they're gone.
I'd give anything for a Time Turner right about now.
The large crystal had sat in the centre of the circle. I looked into it and it showed everyone I'd ever met: thousands of faces shown before me. I watched Lavender brushing her hair, I saw Dean playing football with his father, I saw Ginny and the Weasley's and then I saw Hermione and Ron.
The spell was cast; a large bellow of white light filled the room sweeping through Ron and Hermione like a ghost. Tears were falling from my eyes and I couldn't stop them. The two were left lying on the floor of the circle and I was dragged out by Sirius and Remus, prevented from rushing to my friend and my love.
"You made this decision, Harry," Sirius said, sitting me down in my new office. "No one made it for
you. We told you what would happen, we told you everything."
I sat unmoving until I heard Fudge thanking Ron and Hermione for participating in the International Witch-Wizard Survey of Careers. I let out a laugh as I heard his cover-up: clever and deceitful.
And there I was, staring out of my office window at them. I saw how they walked hand in hand down the stone steps ready to start their new lives together, without Harry Potter.
If they could do it, so could I. The world would live without Harry Potter and would claim a Harry Black.