Aftermath
Not long after Harry fell did the dome disappear.
What was Dumbledore thinking? Everyone witnessed him literally kill Harry Potter.
Not that Hedwig was worried of course. Harry Potter, the boy who can’t die, not for lack of trying.
Straightaway, Harry’s little posse ran forth to see what the fuck happened.
(Hermione’s trust in higher-ups is officially one-hundred percent all gone.)
The aurors take Dumbledore in cuffs while he is weeping over Sirius, as though Sirius is the one who just died.
Sirius has no idea what’s just happened, considering he’s blindfolded as well.
(Did Kreacher stick ear plugs in his ears as well? Oh, poor confused Sirius.)
Ron, Hermione, and Draco stop right before Harry’s body. They all stare at his non-breathing form.
“Draco? Don’t poke him with a stick!”
Ron can’t look anymore. He faces the other way. Hermione turns to Ron and shoves her head into his chest, nasty globs of snot starting to drip out and onto him.
(Ron will bear through it for her.)
“Oh, Harry…”
While Draco is looking down at Harry solemnly, he can’t help notice movement out of the corner of his eye.
A Death Eater with a mask only covering the upper part of his face mouths his name.
No… Draco recognized that mouth.
“…Dad?”
Before Draco can make any move or say anything else, his father runs away with a dramatic swipe of his robe, all of the other Death Eaters following.
His father helped with this mess. Who knows what would’ve happen had that ritual been completed?
His dad helped kill his friend. He is unsure on how to react to this information.
(This action will have consequences.)
Hedwig approaches Harry, sitting on his stomach.
Yep, he twitched.
Hermione finishes wiping her nose on Ron, turning back towards Harry’s body.
“Oh, Hedwig. I’m so sorry.”
Hermione must’ve completely misread Hedwig’s amused expression.
Draco places a hand on both of their shoulders.
“We have to move the body.”
Hermione opens her mouth, but closes it and gets a contemplative expression on her face. Ron takes a step back.
“What. Are you guys serious? What would we do with Harry’s dead body?”
“Ron. Think. What would the corrupted government do with his body?”
His face twists at Hermione’s comment, but, his heart hurts at that expression she gave him. And they’re all in a moment of panic, not really thinking. Guess he’s hiding a body for her.
(True love.)
“I guess…”
While the aurors are too busy focusing on the Death Eaters running amok and Dumbledore, they each grab a limb or two, dragging Harry and Hedwig away as quick as they can.
Draco’s at the front and accidentally trips, sending Harry’s body spiraling on top of him. He tries to not show his revulsion of having a dead body touch him, Harry or no Harry.
He gets up, pats himself off, and prepares to grab him again. He reaches down.
“Oh Merlin! It touched me! It touched me!!”
“Draco, it’s just a trick of mind. Harry’s… dead.”
“Yeah mate, don’t say that about him, he- Oh my God, it touched me!”
Ron drops the bottom half of Harry, backing away quickly. Harry’s sad body flops.
“I can’t believe you guys! How could you be so insensitive!”
They’re reprimanded by Hermione. Grumbling and very reluctant, they go to pick up the body again.
Harry bites Draco. Draco throws the body.
“He bit me! He bit me!”
Hermione is having none of it, preparing to lash out at Draco. But, she takes a quick glance down at Harry.
“Harry!”
She wrenches both Harry and Hedwig into a hug. This time, her tone gets rougher.
“Harry!”
She thunks him over his head.
“What was that!?”
“Yeah Potter, I’m bleeding, you ass.”
“I thought it would be funny!”
Draco throws his hands up as Ron guffaws.
“Why would you think that would be funny!? You imbecile!”
Hermione’s crying again.
“Potter, how the hell are you alive?”
Ron pats Draco on the back.
“It’s the miracle of Hedwig. I mean- as soon as she sat on him, he just reanimated!”
It actually wasn’t her this time. She’ll take the praise though. Glad to see they have such high standards for her.
“I met my mum.”
Their heads whip towards him.
“I mean- I don’t think I ended up in the right afterlife though. She was asian, and we were both very confused.”
None of them can speak. Hermione opens and closes her mouth a couple of times.
A couple more moments pass.
They all get up, each taking a turn to hit Harry. Hermione rubs her face and
addresses them all.
“We have to get serious now. Did Dumbledore really just kill you?”
Ron mutters “serious” under his breath.
They all take a moment.
They realize that in the midst of the chaos, Sirius is missing. The still very wanted criminal.
“Oh shit.”
This must jog something in Harry’s memory.
“Oh shite, Dobby!”