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Is This Really It? [Harry Potter]
Don't ask me what I've been eating, okay? x__x; I... don't know where to go with this, so it's staying a one-shot. If anyone does want to make this a full-fleshed thing, just comment here, okay?
Title: Is This Really It?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Surprisingly, none.
Summary: This is the final battle. And Harry Potter will die. Right?
Disclaimer: I swear, none of this is mine. xD
The battlefield reeked of death. As Harry knelt down, he wasn't sure what to think.
Bodies slumped in circles around him. Groans escaped their lips; it was as if everything he had given up for this battle was... over. Blood painted their skin, piercing their hope.
"Why...?" Harry murmured, picking up his wand.
The hooded figure leaned in, taking his hand to secure Harry's chin as he breathed into his face, "Do I need to explain myself by now?"
Harry's eyes widened.
"I'm not giving up this easily, Voldemort!"
Slapping the hand off with his hand, the brunet stepped back, thrusting his wand out in front of him.
"I. Will. Not. Lose!"
"Harry...."
The boy in question glared in response. "Nothing you say will get me to change my mind, you hear?"
Voldemort took down his hood, returning the glare. "Harry James Potter."
Now he was calling him by his full name? What was up with that? Harry stepped back; he winced as he almost stepped on another blood-stained corpse.
"I am not backing down," Harry insisted. "There is nothing you can do to stop me."
"That's nice," Voldemort sarcastically replied. "But--"
It was weird that Voldemort was suddenly cut off. As Harry swerved to turn back to his sworn enemy, he could see that something wasn't right.
Was it the fact that the bodies were surrounding him in a perfect circle? That Voldemort was sounding more irritated than anything? That... something was ringing?
Harry winced. "Argh. That... ringing...."
He closed his eyes. "I... must... not give up...."
"A bit too late, don't you think?"
The bodies... were talking? Harry stepped back - the ringing grew even louder.
What was going on? He closed his eyes, kneeling as he covered his ears. But the ringing wouldn't stop.
"Be gone," Voldemort finally said, thrusting his wand out. "Avada Kevada!"
....He was done for this early in the game? As the green light hit his head - it was oddly light for a killing spell and felt.. well, fluffy - Harry was knocked to the floor.
"AHHHHH..."
He turned over, hitting his hand on some round object.
And the ringing stopped.
Blinking, he opened his eyes to glance over at... an alarm clock? THAT had been the ringing?
He groaned, finally letting his eyes wander to the other object beside it.
"Good, so you're awake," A voice said cheerfully.
Harry jumped, grabbing the glasses that he had seen. "Huh?"
Putting his glasses on, the brunet waited for his view to come into focus. Who was that man? He looked so familiar... And uh, was he carrying a pillow in his hands? (That must have been that fluffy feeling.)
The man ruffled his hair, laughing. "Harry, you okay? I thought you would have been up today earlier than your mother and me."
"Why," Harry couldn't help asking. "I mean, what's special about today..?"
The man's eyes widened. "Why? Well, Harry, you were supposed to get your first Pokemon today."
THUD.
The man laughed nervously, extending a hand to help Harry back to his feet.
"P... Pokemon?"
The man nodded, running his other hand through his jet black hair. "Yes, Pokemon. Otherwise known as pocket monsters. You, Ron, and Hermione have all been looking forward to finally going on your adventure like your mother and I have."
Two things finally hit Harry at this point. One was that his parents were indeed alive and well, instead of dead as he had believed. The other was that Ron and Hermione had indeed made it - they were okay.
"You're... okay," Harry murmured, throwing himself onto the man. "You're not dead!"
Was it a wonder, then, that Harry's father was a little nervous at this point? Letting his own arms wrap around his son, Harry's father smiled weakly.
"You've been acting odd, Harry. What's up?"
Harry shook his head, reluctantly letting go. "N.. nothing. I'll be down in a few minutes, Dad."
"You'd better hurry," The man replied, grinning. "You don't want Professor Lupin to run out of Pokemon before you get there, all right?"
He then left, leaving Harry to finally pull himself together. As he quickly changed into an outfit that supposedly fit his new role as a Pokemon trainer, the brunet finally looked at his reflection in the mirror.
....Who was that little kid staring back at him? He surely couldn't be more than ten years old, right?
"HARRY! HURRY UP ALL READY!"
Harry groaned, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. This was going to be an interesting situation. Here he was, a seventeen year old boy who was about to die at Lord Voldemort's hands... stuck in a ten year old boy's body, and he was looking for Pokemon. Joy.
As he went downstairs, two familiar faces greeted him at the dining table.
They smiled at him; he couldn't help smiling in return. "Morning... Mom, Dad," He said cheerfully, noting how odd it felt to have the words roll off his tongue.
"Morning, Harry," They replied in unison, watching with curiosity as Harry sat down and promptly gobbled up his breakfast. His mother then took her chance, taking his backpack and filling it with various things (mostly food and clothing that he would need).
"I'm also going to add a map," She called as she gently placed the scroll into his backpack. "And a cell phone in case you need to call us, okay?"
Harry tilted his head to the side as he took his final bite of omelet. "Am I leaving?"
His mother exchanged glances with his father. "You didn't tell him, James..?"
James looked a little dumbstruck. "I thought he knew, Lily," He admitted. "He was so excited about the fact that he would be going out on his own for the first time."
"Eh, well... when do I get back, then," Harry then inquired, feeling quite embarrassed at his own mistake. "I'd like to spend more time with you, you know."
"It all depends on you," James said, crossing his arms. "I mean, if you want to return quickly, then you will. Buuuuuuuut..."
Harry grinned. "If I don't, I won't, right? I'll try my best to make you proud." He then rose, taking his backpack from his mother (but not without a kiss from her - much to his dismay).
Hugging both of his parents, he waved as he left. Too bad that he wasn't going to have any more peaceful days.
Some weird girl, decked out in a green tank top, a red skirt reaching to her knees, and a white hat with a red circle on the front, greeted him with a frown. Letting go of him, she placed both hands on her hips. "Harry, what took you?"
He blinked, taking a closer look at the girl. "H-Hermione..?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Because of you, we're going to lose precious time choosing our Pokemon! Honestly, Harry!"
"Give him a break," A redhead called, stepping so that he was beside the two. "Besides, he didn't mean to be late, right, mate?"
Harry blinked, looking from Hermione to the newcomer. "Ron..?"
He nodded, grinning. "Yeah. Come on, Harry, our journey begins today!"
Ron and Hermione each took one of Harry's hands, dragging him over to what Harry supposed was Professor Lupin's lab.
"You know," Harry began, letting go of his friends' hands so that he was walking in the middle. "I had this odd dream last night.."
Ron blinked, looking over at him. "Really? What was it about?"
"Well," Harry began. Yet, he somehow couldn't finish that sentence. For all he knew, this could be the dream, and he was... really dead in some other place.
OH, NO.
This place... it couldn't be.... heaven?
It would explain why his parents were alive, and why... ugh... everyone was looking for stupid Pokemon. Man!
"Well what?"
The brunet looked down. "Uh... it was weird enough as it was. We were all wizards, and fighting against a man called Voldemort... and we were losing really badly, even though we have been training against him for years, despite the fact that we were only seventeen."
He brushed his bangs out of his hair. "Do you see... a scar?"
Both Ron and Hermione looked at him as if he had just announced that he was getting married to the giant squid.
"Mate, you really have been dreamin', haven't you? You've never had a scar, let alone one on your forehead!"
Harry laughed nervously, watching as Ron threw his arms in the air. "Not even one shaped like a lightning bolt?"
It was Hermione's turn to look skeptical. "Not even a tiny one," She reassured him. "You're Harry Potter, our best friend who's obsessed with Pokemon and wants to become a Pokemon master some day. Don't worry about one dream, okay? This is our life."
Wait, wait, wait.
A dream?
She meant to say that the seven years (well, six and a half) at Hogwarts were all dreams? His meeting his godfather - and watching him die through the veil? The time-turner... the Order of the Phoenix? Even Lord Voldemort?
It all never happened, and this was really his life? Well, if it had Hermione and Ron in it, even training and searching for stupid Pokemon wouldn't be that bad. And.. and...
His parents were alive! That had to be something, right?
"Hermione? Ron?"
Both of them glanced over at him, blinking. "Yeah?"
"Could you.. pinch me? I wanna see if I'm dreaming."
They shrugged, yet... they did so anyways.
"OW!"
Harry winced, rubbing his arms. "You didn't have to do it that hard."
Hermione couldn't help it; she giggled. "Sorry, Harry," She said when she could finally catch her breath. "But.. you have been acting a little weird."
The three stopped in front of Professor Lupin's office.
"When we walk out," Ron started, grinning.
"...We'll be official Pokemon trainers, right?" Harry finished, returning the grin.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. You ready for it?"
Hermione groaned, letting her palm meet her face. "Oh, for Pete's sake. Just go in all ready!"
Ron and Harry were thrust in the lab face-first. Yet, as they rose from their positions, laughing about how Hermione definitely was athletic, Harry couldn't help admitting to himself that this life... even if it really was heaven... was okay.
Just one problem, though.
Why'd God have to make him (and everyone else around him) obsessed with Pokemon? And well, judging from everyone's faces... was this really heaven?
He shrugged, making his way over to Professor Lupin. He'd find out in due time, anyhow - whether he wanted to or not.
Title: Is This Really It?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Surprisingly, none.
Summary: This is the final battle. And Harry Potter will die. Right?
Disclaimer: I swear, none of this is mine. xD
The battlefield reeked of death. As Harry knelt down, he wasn't sure what to think.
Bodies slumped in circles around him. Groans escaped their lips; it was as if everything he had given up for this battle was... over. Blood painted their skin, piercing their hope.
"Why...?" Harry murmured, picking up his wand.
The hooded figure leaned in, taking his hand to secure Harry's chin as he breathed into his face, "Do I need to explain myself by now?"
Harry's eyes widened.
"I'm not giving up this easily, Voldemort!"
Slapping the hand off with his hand, the brunet stepped back, thrusting his wand out in front of him.
"I. Will. Not. Lose!"
"Harry...."
The boy in question glared in response. "Nothing you say will get me to change my mind, you hear?"
Voldemort took down his hood, returning the glare. "Harry James Potter."
Now he was calling him by his full name? What was up with that? Harry stepped back; he winced as he almost stepped on another blood-stained corpse.
"I am not backing down," Harry insisted. "There is nothing you can do to stop me."
"That's nice," Voldemort sarcastically replied. "But--"
It was weird that Voldemort was suddenly cut off. As Harry swerved to turn back to his sworn enemy, he could see that something wasn't right.
Was it the fact that the bodies were surrounding him in a perfect circle? That Voldemort was sounding more irritated than anything? That... something was ringing?
Harry winced. "Argh. That... ringing...."
He closed his eyes. "I... must... not give up...."
"A bit too late, don't you think?"
The bodies... were talking? Harry stepped back - the ringing grew even louder.
What was going on? He closed his eyes, kneeling as he covered his ears. But the ringing wouldn't stop.
"Be gone," Voldemort finally said, thrusting his wand out. "Avada Kevada!"
....He was done for this early in the game? As the green light hit his head - it was oddly light for a killing spell and felt.. well, fluffy - Harry was knocked to the floor.
"AHHHHH..."
He turned over, hitting his hand on some round object.
And the ringing stopped.
Blinking, he opened his eyes to glance over at... an alarm clock? THAT had been the ringing?
He groaned, finally letting his eyes wander to the other object beside it.
"Good, so you're awake," A voice said cheerfully.
Harry jumped, grabbing the glasses that he had seen. "Huh?"
Putting his glasses on, the brunet waited for his view to come into focus. Who was that man? He looked so familiar... And uh, was he carrying a pillow in his hands? (That must have been that fluffy feeling.)
The man ruffled his hair, laughing. "Harry, you okay? I thought you would have been up today earlier than your mother and me."
"Why," Harry couldn't help asking. "I mean, what's special about today..?"
The man's eyes widened. "Why? Well, Harry, you were supposed to get your first Pokemon today."
THUD.
The man laughed nervously, extending a hand to help Harry back to his feet.
"P... Pokemon?"
The man nodded, running his other hand through his jet black hair. "Yes, Pokemon. Otherwise known as pocket monsters. You, Ron, and Hermione have all been looking forward to finally going on your adventure like your mother and I have."
Two things finally hit Harry at this point. One was that his parents were indeed alive and well, instead of dead as he had believed. The other was that Ron and Hermione had indeed made it - they were okay.
"You're... okay," Harry murmured, throwing himself onto the man. "You're not dead!"
Was it a wonder, then, that Harry's father was a little nervous at this point? Letting his own arms wrap around his son, Harry's father smiled weakly.
"You've been acting odd, Harry. What's up?"
Harry shook his head, reluctantly letting go. "N.. nothing. I'll be down in a few minutes, Dad."
"You'd better hurry," The man replied, grinning. "You don't want Professor Lupin to run out of Pokemon before you get there, all right?"
He then left, leaving Harry to finally pull himself together. As he quickly changed into an outfit that supposedly fit his new role as a Pokemon trainer, the brunet finally looked at his reflection in the mirror.
....Who was that little kid staring back at him? He surely couldn't be more than ten years old, right?
"HARRY! HURRY UP ALL READY!"
Harry groaned, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. This was going to be an interesting situation. Here he was, a seventeen year old boy who was about to die at Lord Voldemort's hands... stuck in a ten year old boy's body, and he was looking for Pokemon. Joy.
As he went downstairs, two familiar faces greeted him at the dining table.
They smiled at him; he couldn't help smiling in return. "Morning... Mom, Dad," He said cheerfully, noting how odd it felt to have the words roll off his tongue.
"Morning, Harry," They replied in unison, watching with curiosity as Harry sat down and promptly gobbled up his breakfast. His mother then took her chance, taking his backpack and filling it with various things (mostly food and clothing that he would need).
"I'm also going to add a map," She called as she gently placed the scroll into his backpack. "And a cell phone in case you need to call us, okay?"
Harry tilted his head to the side as he took his final bite of omelet. "Am I leaving?"
His mother exchanged glances with his father. "You didn't tell him, James..?"
James looked a little dumbstruck. "I thought he knew, Lily," He admitted. "He was so excited about the fact that he would be going out on his own for the first time."
"Eh, well... when do I get back, then," Harry then inquired, feeling quite embarrassed at his own mistake. "I'd like to spend more time with you, you know."
"It all depends on you," James said, crossing his arms. "I mean, if you want to return quickly, then you will. Buuuuuuuut..."
Harry grinned. "If I don't, I won't, right? I'll try my best to make you proud." He then rose, taking his backpack from his mother (but not without a kiss from her - much to his dismay).
Hugging both of his parents, he waved as he left. Too bad that he wasn't going to have any more peaceful days.
Some weird girl, decked out in a green tank top, a red skirt reaching to her knees, and a white hat with a red circle on the front, greeted him with a frown. Letting go of him, she placed both hands on her hips. "Harry, what took you?"
He blinked, taking a closer look at the girl. "H-Hermione..?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Because of you, we're going to lose precious time choosing our Pokemon! Honestly, Harry!"
"Give him a break," A redhead called, stepping so that he was beside the two. "Besides, he didn't mean to be late, right, mate?"
Harry blinked, looking from Hermione to the newcomer. "Ron..?"
He nodded, grinning. "Yeah. Come on, Harry, our journey begins today!"
Ron and Hermione each took one of Harry's hands, dragging him over to what Harry supposed was Professor Lupin's lab.
"You know," Harry began, letting go of his friends' hands so that he was walking in the middle. "I had this odd dream last night.."
Ron blinked, looking over at him. "Really? What was it about?"
"Well," Harry began. Yet, he somehow couldn't finish that sentence. For all he knew, this could be the dream, and he was... really dead in some other place.
OH, NO.
This place... it couldn't be.... heaven?
It would explain why his parents were alive, and why... ugh... everyone was looking for stupid Pokemon. Man!
"Well what?"
The brunet looked down. "Uh... it was weird enough as it was. We were all wizards, and fighting against a man called Voldemort... and we were losing really badly, even though we have been training against him for years, despite the fact that we were only seventeen."
He brushed his bangs out of his hair. "Do you see... a scar?"
Both Ron and Hermione looked at him as if he had just announced that he was getting married to the giant squid.
"Mate, you really have been dreamin', haven't you? You've never had a scar, let alone one on your forehead!"
Harry laughed nervously, watching as Ron threw his arms in the air. "Not even one shaped like a lightning bolt?"
It was Hermione's turn to look skeptical. "Not even a tiny one," She reassured him. "You're Harry Potter, our best friend who's obsessed with Pokemon and wants to become a Pokemon master some day. Don't worry about one dream, okay? This is our life."
Wait, wait, wait.
A dream?
She meant to say that the seven years (well, six and a half) at Hogwarts were all dreams? His meeting his godfather - and watching him die through the veil? The time-turner... the Order of the Phoenix? Even Lord Voldemort?
It all never happened, and this was really his life? Well, if it had Hermione and Ron in it, even training and searching for stupid Pokemon wouldn't be that bad. And.. and...
His parents were alive! That had to be something, right?
"Hermione? Ron?"
Both of them glanced over at him, blinking. "Yeah?"
"Could you.. pinch me? I wanna see if I'm dreaming."
They shrugged, yet... they did so anyways.
"OW!"
Harry winced, rubbing his arms. "You didn't have to do it that hard."
Hermione couldn't help it; she giggled. "Sorry, Harry," She said when she could finally catch her breath. "But.. you have been acting a little weird."
The three stopped in front of Professor Lupin's office.
"When we walk out," Ron started, grinning.
"...We'll be official Pokemon trainers, right?" Harry finished, returning the grin.
Ron nodded. "Yeah. You ready for it?"
Hermione groaned, letting her palm meet her face. "Oh, for Pete's sake. Just go in all ready!"
Ron and Harry were thrust in the lab face-first. Yet, as they rose from their positions, laughing about how Hermione definitely was athletic, Harry couldn't help admitting to himself that this life... even if it really was heaven... was okay.
Just one problem, though.
Why'd God have to make him (and everyone else around him) obsessed with Pokemon? And well, judging from everyone's faces... was this really heaven?
He shrugged, making his way over to Professor Lupin. He'd find out in due time, anyhow - whether he wanted to or not.
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Nice!Thanks for the link to the fanart!