Harry Potter and the Time of Good Intentions by Purdom B. L

Author:Purdom, B. L. [Purdom, B. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Harry Potter Fan-fiction
Publisher: Self
Published: 2001-03-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Justice

Harry shook his head in disbelief, swallowing. His legs collapsed beneath him, and he found himself kneeling in the cold dirt, continuing to stare incredulously. He inched forward on his knees, approaching her cautiously.

“Mum?” he choked. “Mum?” he ventured, more softly. He was looking right down at her now. Ron followed him; he sank down onto his haunches next to Harry. He looked up at Ron and couldn’t see him clearly; suddenly, it was impossible to get his eyes to focus. It was as though he didn’t have his glasses on at all.

“Potter,” said the indistinct red-headed blur that was Ron Weasley, putting his hand on Harry’s shoulder. His voice was very soft. “I don’t think – I don’t think there’s anything to be done.”

Harry swallowed and pushed up his glasses, blinking rapidly. Ron came into focus now; the trouble was, he could see his mother, too. “I was just trying to disarm her.” He still whispered. “She would have killed you… ”

Ron looked very white and nodded. “You saved my life. Unfortunately… ”

Harry frowned. “Saving your life was unfortunate?”

“I didn’t say that.” Ron straightened up. “You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say, unfortunately, the Ministry doesn’t care about things like that.”

“Things like what?”

“Self-defense. Or in this case, defense of someone else.”

Suddenly, Harry heard a voice in his head: Sam Bell’s voice. Accidental or not, a person was still dead. The spell I cast was to blame. It wasn’t the killing curse, but it still killed. That was all that mattered.

“But – but you could tell them. She was going to torture Draco if I didn’t kill you; she was in the middle of performing the killing curse. It was just the Disarming Charm. It was just… ” He trailed off, looking down at his mother, then tentatively brushing the hair out of her face; now there was a small viscous puddle of red on the cave floor, under her head. Her vivid green eyes seemed to look directly into his, but those eyes would never see again. He gently brushed his hand over her eyelids, closing them, then smoothing her hair somewhat aimlessly. His eyes ached as though he’d been rubbing them hard for days on end.

“She was just trying to – to – ” but he couldn’t finish. Just trying to protect me. Like I was just trying to save her life when I put Imperius on her…

He looked up at Ron. “Someone will probably be here soon. Draco will have gotten someone. Could you – could you give me a few minutes alone? With my mum?”

Ron nodded and started to go, then turned. “Potter.” Harry lifted his head and looked at him. “Did you mean it? That – that if You-Know-Who told you right out that he wanted you to kill me, you’d refuse, knowing that you’d die?”

Harry gulped and nodded. “I’m not a killer. I – I never meant to hurt my mum – ”

“I know,” Ron whispered. “It’s just that – I don’t know that I would have done the same thing.

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