Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [91]
“Be quiet will you?” yawned Ron’s clone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at them.
“Oh no, you,” said Harry’s clone, walking over to them. Ron’s clone followed. Harry sighed, he remembered how hard this type of situation had been before, and was not anxious to go thorough it again.
“Listen, I know this will come as a surprise to you, but you guys are-”
“Clones?” asked Harry’s copy, his arm folded. Harry’s eyes widened, and he blinked several times.
“What? You mean… you know?”
“Of course I, that is… we know,” said Harry’s clone.
“How do you know? How did you figure it out?” asked Ron.
“Well, after you left, we started getting more of our memory back,” said Ron’s clone. “One of the memories was of you creating us, not us creating you.”
“To test the theory that we were the clones,” said Harry’s copy, “we used Prori Incanatem on my wand. Since spells and magic are not matter, they wouldn’t have been copied. The copies would have no prior spells, but the originals would. When an Engorgio spell, or any spell for that matter, didn’t come out, we realized the truth.”
“And, are you… okay with that?” asked Harry.
“Of course not!” said his clone. “Do you think we want to go? Do you think we want to die?”
“What do you mean die?” asked Hermione.
“Well, there can’t be two of each of you wandering around the planet can there?” spat Harry’s clone, looking almost furious.
“So only one set of us, the clones or the originals, can stay,” said Harry, realizing that getting rid of the clones was not like putting away a toy, it was like killing a fellow human. “I never realized…”
“Imagine,” said Harry’s clone, “being born, living for two days, then dying. What a life, huh?” Harry felt worse and worse every second, he wished he could have come up with some other way of not letting people know he, Ron, and Hermione were gone besides using clones of themselves.
“Well, there’s no other way-” started Ron.
“Shut up!” yelled Ron and Harry’s clones. “Just, shut up!”
“Well one of us has got to go,” said Ron, sounding annoyed, “and it’s not going to be us!”
“Oh, what makes you so special that you’re the originals?” asked Ron’s clone. “We’re the same as you!”
“No you’re not,” said Harry, understanding a large difference between them and the clones. “You said magic cannot be copied, right?”
“Yeah, so?” said his clone.
“That means my Order wouldn’t have been copied into you,” said Harry. “Unless you go and I stay, my mom won’t be brought back to life, and she will be fair game for Voldemort to take” His clone looked as though he were about to make an argument, but then realized that Harry was right.
“You are correct,” he said, slowly and quietly. “We are the ones who have to go.” He walked backwards, up to the fireplace that Harry had just come out of. He put his hands up in the air, and closed his eyes.
“Do it,” he said quickly and quietly.
“Do what?” asked Harry.
“Kill me, use the Killing Curse, make it quick,” he said, not moving and not opening his eyes.
“What?” asked Harry, astounded. “I can’t do that to you!” Harry’s clone put his hands down, and opened his eyes.
“Well then, what do you expect to do?”
“I thought there would be some kind of spell, to make you go away, quickly,” said Harry. His clone laughed.
“You just described the Avada Kedavra curse!” Harry, amazed at his own stupidity, banged his forehead.
“No, there just has to be some other way,” yelled Harry. He didn’t want to kill anyone, even if they weren’t… anyone. Suddenly, the door to the common room opened. The room was flooded with light, and Professor McGonagall came in.
“Run! Quick!” yelled Harry at the clones, but it was too late, they had already been seen. Professor McGonagall gave a shriek.
“Potter! Weasley! Granger! What is going on here!?” she yelled at the three of them. They stared at her for a minute, and then Hermione’s clone came down the stairs in her nightgown. The had her eyes close, and was rubbing one of them with her hand.
“What’s all the noise for?” she asked.