A Note- So I took a trip down memory lane and decided to rewrite one of my first ever stories. I tried my best but it's hard to mimic your twelve year old self. It's still pretty short but it can pass as a drabble! The original is still down there because it holds memories. Real short and real sad. I had chronic depression back then and I could barely write in English.-Arianne
This was nice so far. Quite nice.
They were all gone now. No one by his side and he was left to suffer with a lonely, aching heart now. Suffer alone.
It had been three years since he had lost it all. Precious Ginny, Ron, Hermione, his beautiful children. They were gone. And it could never be the same again. Not after the accident.
The vial in his hand was his escape. The draught of living death. His time had come. He stared at it as he entered the demolished house. For a second, he was the small boy who lived the under the stairs.
Harry James Potter died friendless at the same place where it had started- Godric's Hollow.