Harry felt cold sweat drip off his face onto the ground. He had just preformed an Unforgivable Curse on another human being. He would be an outcast, living off the streets, hiding from the law. He saw how hiding had affected Sirius and Harry did not want to put himself through that. His knees fell to the ground and he looked to the sky.
“Mum, Dad, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I always wanted to make you proud. Always. This was something I had to do,” Harry cried.
“Oh James,” Lily sobbed.
She was watching the scene with her husband and Sirius and Remus. They were all getting emotional in some way from Harry’s words. Lily did not want to see her son go to Azkaban and be contained. She felt Harry was better than that. She remembered how she felt when Sirius had been locked up. Seeing her own son in a prison cell would send her straight to hell.
James had been feeling mixed-emotions on the matter and had not said much. He had not said much for the last two years actually. Seeing his two best friends in this place was not a comfort to him. He was not selfish enough to wish this misery upon anyone, especially his son.
Harry looked up as he saw members of the Order running towards him. He sighed and was prepared to face the consequences. He saw Dumbledore’s silver beard in front of his face. Harry lifted himself off of the ground and stood eye to eye with Dumbledore. He saw the disappointed look in the man’s eyes.
“Harry, you do realize that the Ministry will not be happy about this,” Dumbledore said.
“Yes sir. I am prepared to face the consequences,” Harry mumbled.
“The positive of the situation is that you will not be sent to Azkaban prison,” Dumbledore said.
“What?” Harry said with a shocked look on his face.
“You don’t want to go there, do you?” Dumbledore asked.
“No sir. It’s just that I thought that if any witch or wizard performed an Unforgivable Curse on another they were automatically sentenced a lifetime in Azkaban,” Harry stated, remembering the lessons on the Unforgivable Curses in his fourth year.
“That is indeed true. Yet, the person you have killed is already supposedly dead. It is impossible to ‘kill’ someone twice. Also, I believe this man is responsible for the killing of many innocent lives. This situation just proves that there is an exception to every rule,” Dumbledore said.
“So, you mean I won’t be sent to prison?” Harry asked.
“Not today Potter,” Alastor Moody growled from Harry’s opposite direction.
“Mad-Eye?” Harry asked.
“Potter, even I have used the killing curse. Most Aurors have to at least once in their career. I understand you are going to train to be an Auror?” Moody asked.
“Yes I am, sir,” Harry said.
“You’ll make a damn good one too. On another note, this piece of filth is gone from our list of Death Eaters. Nice work Potter. Must have been withholding some aggression to kill on your first try,” Moody said, clapping Harry on the back with one of his rough, gnarled hands.
Harry looked at Moody with disbelief. He was going to get off without any sentence and he was even going to be respected for it. He looked at Dumbledore who was still glaring at him. Harry knew he had let the old man down. Dumbledore himself had never used a killing curse and tried to find ways around murder.
“He’s not going to go to Azkaban!” Sirius said with joy in his eyes. Sirius knew what it felt like to be imprisoned 24/7 and had hoped above all that Harry would never have to endure such agony.
“Dumbledore is a good man. We should be thanking god right now that Dumbledore loves you guys and your son so much,” Remus added quietly to James and Lily.
Harry looked at Dumbledore for a few moments and felt shame. He had stooped to the level of a Death Eater. Dumbledore picked up a rock and changed it into a Portkey that would lead Harry into the Gryffindor Common Room. He looked at Harry and spoke.
“I wish for you to only tell the necessary people of what happened. You know what I mean by necessary Harry. Voldemort got away once more. I shouldn’t have brought you into this forest in the first place. I feel as though I am losing my touch and that no matter how hard I try, you are the one to defeat Voldemort, not I. I want you to keep these words with you wherever you go. Keep them in mind the next time you decide to do something dangerous. The rest of the world’s lives depend on your responsibility,” Dumbledore said, staring Harry blankly into the eyes once again. Harry absorbed the old man’s words.
He nodded and allowed Harry to touch the Portkey.
Harry felt his feet lift off the ground and land on the firm carpeted ground in the Gryffindor Common Room. He saw that many people were in the Common Room as it was almost dinner time. He spotted Ron and Hermione chatting quietly in a corner. He walked over to them.
“We need to talk you guys,” Harry said shortly.
“The boys dormitory should be empty. We can go there,” Ron said.
“Great,” Harry said.
The three of them walked out of the Common Room and up the stone staircase that led to the boys dorm. They had gone so quickly that they had not had time to pay attention to their surroundings. Ron had left his wand sitting on the table he had been sitting next to. Ginny saw this and panicked. If someone found Ron’s wand they could tamper with it. She walked over and picked it up. She too went up the staircase to hear voices.
“Harry, you killed Peter Pettigrew?” Hermione’s shocked voice said.
Ginny gasped and looked around. She had not entered the dorm completely because she knew that this was a conversation she had not been invited to hear.
She heard Harry’s voice in a lower tone saying, “Shh, not so loud. Dumbledore said to keep it on the down-low. Plus I really don’t want anyone to know. It’s nothing I am proud of.”
Ron had been silent the entire time. He looked up at his friends and cast them a serious glare. He turned his head towards Harry.
“Are you- Are they-Are you going to A-A-Azkab-ba-n?” Ron stuttered. The worry could be heard in his tone.
“No. Dumbledore said that you cannot re-kill a supposed dead-man. Moody actually had the nerve to congratulate me in front of Dumbledore,” Harry said.
“Harry, this is serious. You’ve killed. We just learned about those curses less than three years ago,” Hermione said, her voice on the verge of cracking.
“That is why you guys need to promise not to tell a soul. I don’t want word getting out. Especially to the rest of the Gryffindors. They’ll probably become ashamed and kick me out to Slytherin or something. Promise me you’ll keep your silence. Please,” Harry pleaded.
“We promise,” Ron and Hermione said together.
“Thank you,” Harry said.
Meanwhile, Ginny had been listening and had felt tears rush to her eyes. Harry had performed dark magic and killed another wizard. Her hero was showing traits of those she and the D.A. tried to defeat. What hope was left?
A/N: Please review. I appreciate every single one of them!