A/N : this is my first fan flick, do please read it, I just thought I might write one when I got bored, so here it is, hope you like it. Each of my titles are named after the song that kinda inspired the chapter, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K. Rowling, so I don't own them, though I would love to.
Back where I come from:
I'm here now, standing on the hill looking over the town where I grew up, how it has changed the place where I come from.
Walking through the rows of houses, suburbia, it's amazing if you think about it, the houses all lined, the same plan with just slight differences, much like the people that we meet through our lives. Anyway, here I was, back where I never belonged, but I was home. I've spent many years now searching for a place where I belong, but I have never found one. Since the war ended, since the down fall of Voldemort I've found that my life has no meaning, I'm no longer protected or looked after, why would I be the threat has gone, and the ones that meant the most to me have disappeared. Ron and Hermione got together had a kid or two, and me, I've been left behind, and people have forgotten me. Why? Simple, they think I'm gone.
Let me explain, at the last battle they saw Voldemort fall, turn into dust, black smoke swept the field, engulfing everything till you couldn't even see a hand in fount of you. No one saw me leave, I was plagued you see by my mother's screams, I had to, I needed to get away. So I did, I ran and ran till I collapsed, and when I did I was in a waste land, far from Hogwarts, far from anything. I walked further than I ever thought I could go, but I did.
I ended up in this village, Summerton, it was small, but just what I needed, a place out of the way, a place to rest, to clear my head. I paid for a room at the inn for one night, the next morning I was awoken by tapping on my window, Hedwig with the Daily Prophet. Amazing isn't it, that she can find me anywhere I am. Taking one look at the front I saw the not so unusual face of myself, the bold title proclaiming "Harry Potter Lost; Voldemort Fallen". I remember sitting there staring at the words in bold. Reading on I found that people did not care, they were just pleased that Voldemort was gone, many even thought I was a threat and that it would be good if I was never found.
My world was crashing in around me, the air pressing in on my lungs, breathes coming out is shot blasts, my head was spinning. To say it was a shock was a understatement, imagine finding out that all your friends were placed there as a formulated plan, the rise of Voldemort a plot devised by those you once trusted, the death of your godfather, and finally the faking of that old coots downfall, the one that planed everything that had ever happened. No Dumbledore did not die that night, he planned it, but he came back, that summer I thought I was saved but now I had found out that I was only a prawn in his plan to bring down Voldemort. I was destined for great things, terrible or not they were meant to be great, but no, I was chained by my own pain by those I thought once cared about me. No more. I disguised myself so no one would know it was me, and I apprated to Gringotts, broke into my own vault and took everything, and then I left, to get my lost life back.
Travelling for 4 years has changed me, no I haven't turned dark form my own grief, I've grown stronger, found myself, and now I'm here to be myself, back home, where I belong.
A/N : thank you for reading, I know this is not good, but its my first fan flick. Please review even if u thought it was crap!!
