Title: Lamentation in Rain
Author: Xekt
Rating: T - May go up in later chapters
Warning: Future HPLV, RWHG, DMGW, character death(s)

Summary: Sometimes, even if no one wants to admit it, we have to spend a good portion of our time sitting in a pool of regret. Not everything will turn out to be right and for those things we will often blame ourselves. Sometimes, we are not truly at fault while at other times we are. We suffer for reasons we do not understand, and at times we slip away from the pain. Sometimes, we'll allow ourselves to hide behind the name 'coward' before striking. Hidden until the perfect opportunity.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP. I will never own HP. If I did, it wouldn't be recognized as the HP we know, and probably unfinished. I'm too lazy for my own good.

Author's Notes: I had spent roughly 6 hours walking in the rain yesterday. Since I grew up in a moist place, and now live in a desert, I've missed it dearly. This was a ramble of sorts. I saw a lot of myself in it for personal reasons. -Don't laugh; I know I'm only 16 but there's been plenty I've regretted-It's been well over a year, I believe, since I've posted anything on here. I hope I can convince myself to post other works that are currently rotting in my notebooks.
I have decided to continue this yet I'm almost clueless how to do so. I wouldn't mind any ideas.


Prologue


"Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future." - Fulton Oursler


Darkened green eyes turned upward, blinking quickly. Droplets meet his cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, slowly sliding down. The sky was dark; darker than usual. It must have been the rain clouds, as there was a certain lacking of stars.

As the droplets continued to slip down his cheek, they hanged onto his chin, trying desperately not to fall down to their doom. They all failed and one by one, they fell. Some caught on his shirt while others hit the ground with a song-like 'plop'. Their rhythm of meeting the ground made the surroundings rather soothing, for this darkened day.

There wasn't anything in particular that he was staring at. He was more daydreaming, listening to the calm rain. His train of thought was in the past. He tried to grab and hold onto his dear memories, but they seemed to disappear, slipping away from his fingertips. There wasn't much more to hang on after they floated away.

After losing the precious moments in his life, horror-stricken dream-like memories filled his head. He violently shook his head, hoping to get rid of them but failed horribly. Soon screams and cries of pain echoed as all he could see were hundreds of thousands of people staring back at him. Their eyes all spoke of the same thing; betrayal.

That's what he did. He had betrayed them.

He destroyed their hopes and dreams for peace.

He was the one who had allowed everyone's dreams to burn within their heads.

He was the one who had left them alone; left them to suffer and in the end die in misery.

He didn't try to stop it. He had given in and ran away. Disappeared from his troubles. He was a coward; he didn't deserve to still be alive.

The liquid which fell from the sky continued to slip off of his skin. He lowered his head, staring at the letter he held in his hand. He had seen plenty of these. They all said the same thing. They were all from the countless people he had deserted.

His emerald eyes started to dim slightly, almost losing focus on everything around him but the letter and the continuous cries in his mind.

The letter was covered in a number of drops. The ink was blurred, yet still readable. However he didn't have to read it. He knew what it said. He knew what every letter ever sent to him read. They all screamed at him in his mind. In addition to the fact that he had known the person who had sent this particular letter; it broke him.

The previous ones, he hadn't known the sender personally. He didn't owe them anything, not personally at least. They had all been from random people who thrust their faith upon him.

His grip weakened, the parchment falling to the ground. It landed in a puddle, suddenly becoming very fragile. But it held itself together; the words were strong enough. They wouldn't allow itself to be destroyed by mere water.

He turned his head up once more, trying to ignore the calls which cried out, echoing nonstop in his thoughts. His eyes were squeezed tightly, unable to halt the sob which arose from his mouth. His body shook; one would have thought it was simply the cold air tickling him. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes, threatening to pour out.

They were gone before they even came. The rain took care of that.


I'm almost positive that there's so many errors I missed. I only read it over once. I'm too tired to do any hardcore proofing.
And yes, it's Harry if you couldn't guess. Review please
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