AN: Now it's Final Hour by Night Hounds. I'm also on a writing roll, so don't mind me.
Yes, this was inspired by the famous line from Buffy. Can you find the others?
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American, sarcastic, and fun-sized. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling.
Title: More Greater Than Evil
Word Count: 608
Summary: It's lonely and dangerous, but he had no choice. A vignette.
There's only me.
—Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Harry slid down against the stone wall, and crouched to the floor. I'm fifteen years old, he thought, I don't want to die. I don't to kill anyone. He ran his hand through his hair, the knowledge of the prophecy danced inside his mind. Every time he kept flashing back to it he kept hearing the same words being repeated over and over again.
"There's only me," he admitted out loud. His voice was on the edge of hysteria. "Only bloody me. I'm the Chosen One." He laughed bitterly as the loneliness came. Harry thought back to the battle at the Ministry, when Voldemort tried to possess him. He could easily remember what the pain felt like and how it dulled to when he saw Sirius die. There were going to be more losses like that, he knew. And Sirius wasn't the first.
Harry turned his head to look out the window, his face pressed against the coloured glass. He saw his classmates on the expansive lawn, laughing, enjoying the bright sun and the general alacrity that the day brought. Now he felt even more separated than he did all year. They were all free and with unknown futures, but he was a marked man. His future set in stone: Kill or be killed.
The fate of the Wizarding World now rested on the shoulders of one boy. One boy with the power that the Dark Lord knows not…
Harry traced the scar under his fringe. It was horribly ironic that as a child he was fascinated with it, and now he hated the meaning behind the mark. How could he even face Voldemort and win? He wasn't ready, or would he ever be ready to fight? This was complicated, always complicated. There was no magical textbook with all the answer, no an all-knowing council, just him and a power more greater than evil. The usual rules no longer applied.
That was where the line will be drawn— because in the end, no matter how many may come to fight, it will end with him and Voldemort. Born as the seventh month dies…Marked as an equal…Chosen…
"Harry?"
Harry looked to see Ron and Hermione waiting for him. Emotions clogged his throat at seeing them, and for the first time since the battle at the Ministry of Magic, he felt hope at seeing them. Some of the morose feelings vanished, and the only thing that he wanted to do was to have one more normal day.
"Mate, we couldn't find you," Ron said. He stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets, trying to hide the map.
"We got worried," Hermione added quietly. She shared a quick look with Ron and then back to him. "What do you want us to do?"
Harry slowly stood up, and spared one more look outside. "Let's just enjoy the day. We don't have forever…" And went with his friends to have one last day of being normal. That's us, he thought as he stopped outside. Maybe we are more powerful…