Augury [Harry Potter Fanfic]

f. three

The boy who was no more.

That was the one thought that wrapped a claw around Sawyer's throat mercilessly as Harry Potter stood up in a daze.

A green light crept through her mind, a light she's known by now, a light she suddenly felt a fear of the petrifying sort as it closed in on her mind.

There was no Great Hall, nor were there her three best friends fawning silently over her, not drawing attention she never wanted but their panic so raw they had no idea how to call someone for help without causing a scene, which would inevitably happen if Lee wouldn't get Sawyer to do even as little as blink-he was on the verge of tears with his panic.

The boy who was no more.

She knows him, the one that is no more. And he's always been there, so why only now she sees him?

What's changed? What could ever change so suddenly? Was that not meant to be?

"If you could leave the hall then, you too, Granger!" McGonagall called out, "Weasley, Weasley, Jordan, Wilde. Please leave! "

"Professor," Fred stood up in a hurry, walking to the teachers' table,  ignoring curious looks of the few trickling out of the hall,  and the professors that stayed a moment longer. "Sawyer saw something,  I think. She won't even blink."

"Are you sure?" the Professor wondered. Fred nodded, "maybe she blinks when you blink and you simply miss it?"

"Professor,  do you take me for an idiot?" the pause was short, but had Fred noticed her pursed lips, he'd perhaps go as far as argue with her on the spot. McGonagall didn't think the Weasley twins were any sort of a fool,  except for foolish. They messed around, joked, and planned,  but between their ears were two brains that could be placed at Ravenclaw with no problem.

But an idiot,  that's different.

And maybe they were.

"Mr. Weasley, please, calm down-"

"I don't know what to do, do we take her to the hospital wing?"

The professor sighed. "Yes. Get her to Poppy and I'll join soon."

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They wanted to celebrate with Harry- no matter how much he didn't wish for it- they truly did. But even when Madam Pomfrey said they must leave the Hospital Wing their knees wouldn't hold them up long enough to leave.

"How could we ever leave her?" Fred asked the nurse. "Look, look at my best friend. She looks so small and scared, and we can't do anything to help."

"Sweetheart, you'd do no help here either. The least you could do is rest up, come here fresh tomorrow's morning."

"How are we supposed to leave her here?" Fred pressed again, in complete disbelief. There was no logic in that. "All alone? What if she wakes up and she's alone and scared? I can't, Madam Pomfrey. Don't you see? She is scared."

And what could be done against the teary eyes of a teenager who squeezed his best friend's hand, unable just as he was unwilling, to leave it?

Nothing, truly.

So she sighed, admitting defeat, and bringing out three blankets for the three, who didn't even grin in triumph as they normally would after winning an argument, and that just made her realize how profound the worry was.

She didn't think she'd ever seen the Weasley twins as serious as they were that day.

And truthfully, they'd never felt as horrible as they did that night before. Horribly, it was far from being the last time.

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The boy who was no more.

Was he aware of his creeping death? Was he aware that this tournament would be the beginning of the end for him?

Her body wouldn't respond.

It was more than his death, it was the darkness creeping so surely, about to consume the world that they'd known.

They needed to know.

Dumbledore needed to know.

She wanted to believe she can do it, but all alone- fat chance that was. She wasn't Death, no matter how close she could be to it.

And even if she was, all by herself, she could never beat the man- no, not quite. He wasn't a man, he was less than that, but at the same time, so much more- that came so dangerously close to conquering death.

They needed to know.

The Ministry of Magic needed to know.

Her lungs closed in on her again as all of the deaths in the world that's about to become reality were shown to her, revealing slowly and painfully, twisting a knife all the way from head to toe, making everything ache, especially her chest as it wouldn't rise anymore.

They needed to know.

Her father needed to know. He deserved to know. It was his Godson.

She fought against her body as it shut down on her.

For whatever small hope there was to change what was written in the stars.

And just as Dumbledore's hand on her wrist hesitated in determining a healthy young girl as a gone girl, the stars got one clear message.

"You can go fuck yourself for all I care," she attempted to scream out, and though her body wouldn't co-operate, her heart did, and Dumbledore's hand flew away in shock.

If it's up to her, Harry Potter will stay The Boy Who Lived, and will never have to be The Boy Who Was No More.

I'm not sure if it's clear enough, but yea, the boy Sawyer saw dying was Harry and not Ced. And yea, she was practically dead just now.