The Boy Who Ought To Be Dead - H.P

V - Consequences of Life

"Realisation is a matter of becoming conscious of that which is already realised."
- Wei Wu Wei

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"Harry, I apologise for not realising it was you." Albus spoke, disregarding the previous conversation.

"I understand, Dumbledore. If I saw someone who I thought was dead randomly show up, I'd have reacted exactly as you did." Harry accepted.

Harry felt faint. It seemed that no one cared he was freely bleeding and hurting. He didn't mention anything, however.

"Potter," Snape begun, "I don't know how you always do it. It seems you just can't die, can you?"

Harry snorted, "it seems so, professor."

"Why is no one else asking how Harry came back?" Draco asked, shocked.

Albus creased his eyebrows, "how did you come back, Harry?"

"Like I said a moment ago," Harry realised that his stomach hurt, "I have no clue."

"You don't know?" Severus asked, confused.

"Honestly, professor, I don't even know how I died. Hell! I didn't even realise I was fucking buried alive until I got out of the bloody casket!" Harry stressed clutching his stomach as it complained.

"Hold on a moment," Draco said, "you didn't know you were dead?"

"No, I didn't. I thought I was locked up somewhere by death eaters!" Harry stressed, "I literally dug myself out of my grave without realising it! I only knew when I saw my parent's graves next to mine. I was so shocked that I threw up! I had nothing to throw up, I don't even know how I did! I think I deserve an explanation."

Everyone stared at Harry strangely.

"Tom killed you." Albus spoke plainly.

"It figures. How?" Harry spoke in a bored tone. He was upset with everyone in the room.

"You remember what happened before you died, yes?" Severus questioned.

"Professor, I died. I didn't magically lose all my memories." Harry bit.

"No need for attitude, Potter." Snape spat back.

"No need for attitude, he says. I just rose from the fucking dead!" Harry raised his voice.

"Potter! I am trying to help you." Snape said.

Harry inhaled a much needed breath of air, "sorry."

"Fine. As I was apparating us away, you were unfortunate enough to get hit with remnants of the bond you and The Dark Lord held. As soon as we came to, you were dead." Severus explained.

"Impossible. How could that have killed me?" Harry asked.

"That, we do not know." Albus pitched in.

Harry held in a whimper as the pain in his abdomen increased, "can I go?"

"You do realise, Harry, that you just came back from the dead. You can't just go." Ron told him like it was obvious.