Chapter 1 - Serious Depression
On evening, Harry Potter and his two best friends were sitting alone in the common room one week after the term had started in their sixth year. Ever since the events in the Ministry of Magic last year, Harry's been nothing short of depressed. He longed to be a normal sixteen year old teenager who only had to worry about homework, quidditch, and...like any other teenage guy...girls. But, Harry Potter of course was not normal. He had escaped Voldemort five times, witnessed the deaths of a fellow student, and of his godfather, Sirius Black, who Harry had considered the next best thing to having his father, James, back. The one thing that had been on Harry's mind all through the summer, along with the mourning for Sirius, was the prophecy that Dumbledore told him about after the events in the Ministry of Magic. The prophecy made by the Divination teacher seventeen years ago that foretold of a boy with the power to defeat Lord Voldemort would be born at the end of the seventh month, to parents that had defied Voldemort three times. The Dark Lord would mark him as his equal, and either the boy or the Dark Lord would have to be defeated, for one cannot live while the other survives. Harry Potter is that boy. He hadn't told his friends about the prophecy, for fear of what would happen when he did. That evening, he was doing his homework, having a hard time concentrating, his mind constantly floating to other things that concerned him more. He was brought out of his trance by a sudden movement. He looked up from his Transfiguration homework to see his friend Ron get up to go tend to prefect duties. When Ron had left, Harry leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed a hand over his face. His other friend, Hermione, said,
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Nothing." Harry lied.
"Don't lie to me Harry. What's wrong?" Harry made a face. He hated the fact that Hermione could tell when he lied. He sighed and said,
"Just thinking."
"What about?"
"I'm depressed." Hermione closed her text book, slid her books over so she could get a clear view of Harry and said,
"Well, tell me about it, maybe I can help."
"You can't help me."
"Well, maybe I can. You don't know. You know that I always try to help you any way I can. Who was it that helped you and gave you advice with Cho last year?"
"Thanks for putting salt on an open wound."
"Sorry. But my point is, I can try to help you as much as possible. If I can't, I try to find someone who can."
"Can you find someone who can bring back the dead?" Hermione looked at her friend sadly, and sighed. She said,
"Ok, I guess I was wrong, that I can't help with."
"Exactly, you don't know what it's like losing someone you're close to."
"Yes I do, actually." Harry snapped,
"Really? Who?"
"You."
"I haven't gone anywhere, Hermione." Harry said sarcastically.
"Physically, no. But ever since that night in the Ministry, you haven't been the same. You act like you're off in a different world from the rest of us. Emotionally, it feels as though you're dead too. I know that nothing can replace Sirius, but I really think he wouldn't want you letting the rest of the people and things in your life suffer while you do."
"It's not just about the fact that Sirius is dead that I'm depressed."
"What is it then?"
"When I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone, and please don't start acting weird around me, all weepy and all."
"I'll try not to get weepy, but you know me, I'm naturally that way." Hermione said, smiling a little, causing Harry to smile too. He said,
"Do you remember that prophecy in the Department of Mysteries last year?"
"Yeah?"
"I know what it said."
"How? I thought it was smashed?"
"It's just like a record of the real prophecy, only the person who heard it when it was foreseen knows what it says."
"Who heard it?"
"Dumbledore did. He told me what it said, and it said, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."" When Harry finished, Hermione, still trying to take it in, said,
"So, you're the one with the power to defeat Voldemort. Your scar is how he's marked you as his equal, and you have powers that he doesn't know, and your parents have defied Voldemort three times, and..." Her eyes went wide and had a scared look in them when she realized the what the rest of the prophecy meant.
"and in the end, one of you has to kill the other?" Harry slowly nodded, and Hermione said,
"Oh my God. I can't believe this."
"It actually could've been Neville when the prophecy was made, but after the day my parents died, it for sure is me." Hermione tried to blink back tears, after promising Harry not to get weepy, but one got away and slid down her cheek. She looked down, and watched it fall on her book.
"What are you going to do?" She said, looking up at him. Harry said,
"I don't know yet, I guess I'll have to deal with it when it comes."
"I understand why you've been depressed now. The fate of both worlds rests on your shoulders. If you defeat Voldemort, then it will be the end of evil. But if you fail...then it will be the end of all that's good in this world." They were silent, then Hermione said,
"You sound like Frodo in the Lord of the Rings trilogy." Harry laughed, the first time he had truely laughed in a long time, and it surprised Hermione to hear it. He said,
"Yeah I guess I do." Again, they were silent. Harry sighed again and said,
"I wish this had never happened to me, I wish I could be normal."
"You can't change the past, Harry. Most people wish that, but it doesn't do to dwell on the past."
"I keep thinking what things would be like if I was normal. I'd be just worrying about homework, quidditch and girls." Hermione smiled, and said,
"But look on the bright side, you have people who are there for you, care for you, and would do anything for you, you're not all alone." Harry decided to voice what he had been thinking for a long time,
"I wish I was never born." Hermione suddenly became very stern, very much like McGonagall, and said,
"Be careful what you wish for Harry."
"Why, things would be better without me."
"You don't know that. Don't wish for such things Harry, you never know when it might happen." Again, they were silent. Harry finally broke the silence saying,
"I'm going to go to bed. 'Night Hermione."
"G'night, Harry." Harry gathered his books and went up to his dorm room and set his books on his bedside table, and changed into his pajamas. He crawled in bed, and took off his glasses. He rolled over on his side, and went to sleep, the last thing he was thinking about was the last part of his conversation with Hermione.
A/N: Well, what do you think?? Should I go on? Like I said in the summary, it's about a dream that Harry has seeing what life would be like if he had never been born. What are some of your opinions, I'm open to all comments. If I get enough people saying that I should go on, I'll post then.
Husker_fan_2006
On evening, Harry Potter and his two best friends were sitting alone in the common room one week after the term had started in their sixth year. Ever since the events in the Ministry of Magic last year, Harry's been nothing short of depressed. He longed to be a normal sixteen year old teenager who only had to worry about homework, quidditch, and...like any other teenage guy...girls. But, Harry Potter of course was not normal. He had escaped Voldemort five times, witnessed the deaths of a fellow student, and of his godfather, Sirius Black, who Harry had considered the next best thing to having his father, James, back. The one thing that had been on Harry's mind all through the summer, along with the mourning for Sirius, was the prophecy that Dumbledore told him about after the events in the Ministry of Magic. The prophecy made by the Divination teacher seventeen years ago that foretold of a boy with the power to defeat Lord Voldemort would be born at the end of the seventh month, to parents that had defied Voldemort three times. The Dark Lord would mark him as his equal, and either the boy or the Dark Lord would have to be defeated, for one cannot live while the other survives. Harry Potter is that boy. He hadn't told his friends about the prophecy, for fear of what would happen when he did. That evening, he was doing his homework, having a hard time concentrating, his mind constantly floating to other things that concerned him more. He was brought out of his trance by a sudden movement. He looked up from his Transfiguration homework to see his friend Ron get up to go tend to prefect duties. When Ron had left, Harry leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He took off his glasses and rubbed a hand over his face. His other friend, Hermione, said,
"What's wrong Harry?"
"Nothing." Harry lied.
"Don't lie to me Harry. What's wrong?" Harry made a face. He hated the fact that Hermione could tell when he lied. He sighed and said,
"Just thinking."
"What about?"
"I'm depressed." Hermione closed her text book, slid her books over so she could get a clear view of Harry and said,
"Well, tell me about it, maybe I can help."
"You can't help me."
"Well, maybe I can. You don't know. You know that I always try to help you any way I can. Who was it that helped you and gave you advice with Cho last year?"
"Thanks for putting salt on an open wound."
"Sorry. But my point is, I can try to help you as much as possible. If I can't, I try to find someone who can."
"Can you find someone who can bring back the dead?" Hermione looked at her friend sadly, and sighed. She said,
"Ok, I guess I was wrong, that I can't help with."
"Exactly, you don't know what it's like losing someone you're close to."
"Yes I do, actually." Harry snapped,
"Really? Who?"
"You."
"I haven't gone anywhere, Hermione." Harry said sarcastically.
"Physically, no. But ever since that night in the Ministry, you haven't been the same. You act like you're off in a different world from the rest of us. Emotionally, it feels as though you're dead too. I know that nothing can replace Sirius, but I really think he wouldn't want you letting the rest of the people and things in your life suffer while you do."
"It's not just about the fact that Sirius is dead that I'm depressed."
"What is it then?"
"When I tell you this, you have to promise not to tell anyone, and please don't start acting weird around me, all weepy and all."
"I'll try not to get weepy, but you know me, I'm naturally that way." Hermione said, smiling a little, causing Harry to smile too. He said,
"Do you remember that prophecy in the Department of Mysteries last year?"
"Yeah?"
"I know what it said."
"How? I thought it was smashed?"
"It's just like a record of the real prophecy, only the person who heard it when it was foreseen knows what it says."
"Who heard it?"
"Dumbledore did. He told me what it said, and it said, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."" When Harry finished, Hermione, still trying to take it in, said,
"So, you're the one with the power to defeat Voldemort. Your scar is how he's marked you as his equal, and you have powers that he doesn't know, and your parents have defied Voldemort three times, and..." Her eyes went wide and had a scared look in them when she realized the what the rest of the prophecy meant.
"and in the end, one of you has to kill the other?" Harry slowly nodded, and Hermione said,
"Oh my God. I can't believe this."
"It actually could've been Neville when the prophecy was made, but after the day my parents died, it for sure is me." Hermione tried to blink back tears, after promising Harry not to get weepy, but one got away and slid down her cheek. She looked down, and watched it fall on her book.
"What are you going to do?" She said, looking up at him. Harry said,
"I don't know yet, I guess I'll have to deal with it when it comes."
"I understand why you've been depressed now. The fate of both worlds rests on your shoulders. If you defeat Voldemort, then it will be the end of evil. But if you fail...then it will be the end of all that's good in this world." They were silent, then Hermione said,
"You sound like Frodo in the Lord of the Rings trilogy." Harry laughed, the first time he had truely laughed in a long time, and it surprised Hermione to hear it. He said,
"Yeah I guess I do." Again, they were silent. Harry sighed again and said,
"I wish this had never happened to me, I wish I could be normal."
"You can't change the past, Harry. Most people wish that, but it doesn't do to dwell on the past."
"I keep thinking what things would be like if I was normal. I'd be just worrying about homework, quidditch and girls." Hermione smiled, and said,
"But look on the bright side, you have people who are there for you, care for you, and would do anything for you, you're not all alone." Harry decided to voice what he had been thinking for a long time,
"I wish I was never born." Hermione suddenly became very stern, very much like McGonagall, and said,
"Be careful what you wish for Harry."
"Why, things would be better without me."
"You don't know that. Don't wish for such things Harry, you never know when it might happen." Again, they were silent. Harry finally broke the silence saying,
"I'm going to go to bed. 'Night Hermione."
"G'night, Harry." Harry gathered his books and went up to his dorm room and set his books on his bedside table, and changed into his pajamas. He crawled in bed, and took off his glasses. He rolled over on his side, and went to sleep, the last thing he was thinking about was the last part of his conversation with Hermione.
A/N: Well, what do you think?? Should I go on? Like I said in the summary, it's about a dream that Harry has seeing what life would be like if he had never been born. What are some of your opinions, I'm open to all comments. If I get enough people saying that I should go on, I'll post then.
Husker_fan_2006
