His parents were dead; because of him.
Cedric was dead; because of him.
Sirius was dead; because of him.
Dumbledore was dead; because of him.
Hedwig was dead; because of him.
Moody was dead; because of him.
Scrimgeour was dead; because of him.
Dobby was dead; because of him.
Snape was dead; because of him.
Fred was dead; because of him.
Lupin was dead; because of him.
Tonks was dead; because of him.
Colin was dead; because of him.
And several nameless others had died, fighting for him.
Fighting for a victory that they so deserved. Fighting to defend life, purity and for the good in the world.
It took Harry a good few years for him to finally realise that it wasn't his fault that so many people died. It took a few years for people to finally show him that they died willingly for a world full of goodness.
Looking into the crib, next to his bed, at his son sleeping peacefully and looking down at his angel curled up to him, asleep, still exhausted from giving birth to their son only two days ago Harry realised better than he ever did why they gave up their lives.
Just a 200 word drabble I thought of last night while trying to get to sleep! Review please!
