A/N: This is a response to the iPod on Shuffle Challenge by enomix on the HPFC forum. The song I got was Ironic by Alanis Morisette.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related. I do not own the song, Ironic.
And isn't it ironic…don't you think?
Harry sank into one of the beds in the Gryffindor common room long after he had been checked for injuries and the battle was won. He didn't know whose bed he was laying on; he honestly didn't care. The hospital wing was full with injured people and elves alike, all being treated for injuries and wounds that were much more severe than his. It made him sick to his stomach to see all the dead and mangled bodies that were strewn all over the lawn and the Great Hall. It made him sick to see the students that he had known, and some he had not; to see their lives so carelessly brushed away, either with a quick killing curse, or the agony and torture of the Cruciatus.
After Voldemort's curse had backfired onto him, he had collapsed onto the ground, battle weary and fatigued, alongside many others. They had all been relieved, alive, yet grieving for the ones they had lost.
It should have been him that should have died, he thought. Not the innocent ones, him. He was the one that had put them all through the fright and horror of the last Battle, and endangered their lives to the point of no escape.
He smiled bitterly, thinking about how his life had turned out.
Isn't it ironic, he thought. To have spent my whole life, trying to figure out how to defeat Voldemort. To find my whole life, fearing for the ones that I loved, the ones I wanted to protect. And even if I had tried my hardest, they still ended up dying.
He shook his head at the irony of it all. To have spent his whole life, since he had started at Hogwarts and learned his fate, trying to learn ways to protect himself and the ones around him but the only way to save everybody, was to sacrifice himself.
Who would've thought, it figures
Sacrifice was the answer to this life-or-death game they were playing. His mother had sacrificed herself for him. And he had to sacrifice himself to protect everyone else. Not love, that wasn't the key to defeating Voldemort, it was sacrifice. Pure and whole sacrifice, giving his whole self away, surrendering in front of everybody, in order to protect them.
Yet, even though he had surrendered, nobody really was saved in the end. All the people that he had really cared for, Remus, Sirius, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Hedwig, Ron, Hermione, were either dead or marked and scarred for life.
No one had really won the battle.
And isn't it ironic, don't you think
A little too ironic
Who would've thought…it figures
A/N: This is not really what I'm used to writing, but I hoped it turned out okay. Reviews and comments are greatly appreciated.
