impossible is nothing

Harry stumbled, relief sweeping over him like a warm blanket was Lupin freed him from the pain that he had almost grown to except, of course that would be a disaster for once you had grown used to the pain, accepted it as such then you were as worse off as the Longbottoms. Harry knew that, he knew all about their happy round faces and it was only that memory that had driven him to hang on, that and his mothers sweet voice. He fell to the floor as the curse relented, he couldn't help it, his body felt so weak and a sweat was enveloping him, making him convulse and wretch as his last strength tried to rally. He could feel blood trickling along his cheek, he'd smashed one of his lenses when he fell and the class and gone like daggers into his skin. He gave a breif moment to be thankfull it was not his eye. And then he wrenched himself up again, it was no use discarding his glasses or he'd never find his way out. Instead he merely gazed through one eye, his head spinning as the events unfolded before him. Lupin was protecting them, a sheild was gaurding them and relief swept into Harry again as he saw Sirius slip under the invisibility cloak. It would all be in vain if they lost him. He barely saw what else happened, through his maimed glasses and the sheild his vision was pretty poor. But he saw Toruis and the death eaters fall, and that wretched girl. That beast who had betrayed him! He was glad to see her fall! GLAD! Immeadiatly he realised what he was saying and his body shuddered at his own eagerness to bring death on someone, but his heart was shuddering and his scar burning idly as Voldemort's wrath slowly grew - his plan was failing. And Harry knew it.

Harry never saw Tonks save the day, nor did he know why he was suddenly running forward, stumbling up the steps away from the veil that had haunted him for so long but would haunt him no more. He heard someone shouting behind them, someone whose voice was racked with a mix of rage and greif. He dared to look back and saw that cloaked death eater, whose fearfull eyes had sent shivers down Harry's spine. For a moment their eyes locked and Harry could not turn away. For the man's hood had fallen revealing the most grotesque face he had ever seen, pockmarked, bald, scabby and postivley diseased. It was almost as disgusting as Voldemort though the mans hollow eyes were still very much human unlike the snake like slits of Voldemort. The Death Eater raised a long pointed finger and bellowed "YOU!" and for a moment Harry thought it was him, Harry, that the rage was directed at but realise the mans gaze had moved not to him but to the one behind him. Ron. Harry turned and began to push Ron out of the door, terrified of that vengefull wrath on the broken death eaters ugly visage. He would never forget those eyes.

They squashed into the elavator, Harry nearly fainting with the effort, but desperatly trying to hold himself up, trying ot be strong. He couldn't see Sirius under the invisibility cloak, he couldn't tell where his beloved Godfather was He couldn't tell were anyone was, everyone had turned into one big blur, a big blob of people. And it was not merely because Harry's glasses were now bearly hanging on from his nose, one side of them in ruins. As everyone rushed out of the lift Harry stumbeled again but grabbed hold of someone and managed to stay up, he wished it would end, he so wanted to lie down and sleep. But how could he sleep? When his friends were in tatters, his worry mounted, he couldn't work out who was hurt, who wasn't, who was dead, who wasn't. As he collieded with Hermione, he felt one tiny breathe of relief that she and Ron atleast were OK. But soon she was gone stepping into the flames and dissappearing. When Harry's turn came he flopped into the fire, so desperate to make it back to where ever he was going. He didn't remember anyone shouting where though, he didn't have the voice in him to do it but someone must have because soon warmth was seeping over him and flames tickling his chin and then he flew out of the fire and found himself once again smack on the floor. He managed to open his eyes and see the surroundings, it didn't take him long to work out they were at Sirius' house (possibly because of the screams of Mrs' Black echoing down the hall into the kitchen where he lay!) but then sleep took him, exhaustion washed over him and he knew no more as his tired body slipped into slumber of fearfull pale eyes and his mothers sweet voice haunting the fitfull sleep.

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