I'm sitting up here, looking over the side of the tallest astronomy tower and I wonder what people would think if they could see me now. The boy-who-lived getting ready to jump. Would you try to stop me? I doubt it. After all I killed Voldemort you don't need me anymore. I don't know maybe I wouldn't be up here if I had someone to love. Ron and Hermione you have each other, Ginny you have Colin, Dean you've got Seamus. Hell even Neville's got somebody, but me no, who would want Harry Fucking Potter. I wonder if it will hurt, dying. I guess I'll find out soon. I suppose it can't hurt any worse than the pain that's in my soul. Or what Dudley and his gang used to do to me. It's funny that what hurts worse than knowing I've killed some kids parent or somebody's spouse is the knowledge that the man I'd grow so close to and I thought would be the one to actually accept my love won't. Am I that horrible, that disgusting that even he won't accept my love? I thought maybe after this war was over I'd be happy. So why am I up here instead of down at the Quidditch pitch partying with everyone else? I'm getting sick of all this thinking. Well Snape you won't have to look at me any more isn't that what you wanted. Goodbye.
Harry Potter
That's what they found lying in the Astronomy tower the day Voldemort died. They had found Harry lying on the ground with his neck bent at an odd angle. They figured somebody had pushed him. And to an extent they were right but it wasn't just one person up in the tower. No, it was the entire wizards' world. All placing there hopes on the shoulders of a small boy. All turning a blind eye on the warning signs. The cuts on his arms, the bags under his dead eyes, the poor eating habits. Nobody ever noticed. Maybe if they had, they all wouldn't be dressed in black mourning the death of a friend and student.
Harry Potter
That's what they found lying in the Astronomy tower the day Voldemort died. They had found Harry lying on the ground with his neck bent at an odd angle. They figured somebody had pushed him. And to an extent they were right but it wasn't just one person up in the tower. No, it was the entire wizards' world. All placing there hopes on the shoulders of a small boy. All turning a blind eye on the warning signs. The cuts on his arms, the bags under his dead eyes, the poor eating habits. Nobody ever noticed. Maybe if they had, they all wouldn't be dressed in black mourning the death of a friend and student.
