Harry sat motionless by the window. He watched the rain falling gently,
extinguishing all the traces of light left in the evening sky. The
sickle moon was hidden behind dark grey clouds. Like Harry, lost in a
sea of shock and despair. Forever tainted, hating the very thought of
living a normal life.
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
He watched, silently begging for the tears to come. But they didn't. They never did. Not after the Cedric had died. Not after Sirius had fallen into the Veil, not after the Weasley's had been attacked, killing everyone but Ron. Not after Ron had been killed fighting the Death Eaters that had murdered his family. Not after Hermione had gone down in front of him, shot down with the Killing Curse. Not after Remus had succumbed to his lycanthropy, not even after Hogwarts had been attacked and Dumbledore killed. Not ever.
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here
He sat there, by the window of Number 4 Privet Drive, and thought. He thought about death, and the rising murders, and the fact he not slept for over a week, being plagued with nightmares and visions. He had not eaten for a long time, the very thought of food nauseating him. He just wanted to die.
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
He twitched the razor in his right hand, lifting it to the vein on his left wrist. The cool metal soothed him, sent small shockwaves through his system. He pressed it lightly to his skin, watching the small stream of blood, not much, just a bit.
Then from on high - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Then he tensed, he could have sworn- no. A word fell from his lips, hoarse and rusty. "Dumbledore?" The aged figure was sitting in front of him, pearly white. Net to the headmaster were many figures, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Mrs. Weasley to name a few. The aged mans eyes were twinkling, but his voice, resounding in Harry's head, was grave.
"Do not give up, my son. Life is worth living, even. Do not throw away you're life so readily. You need it yet."
With that, he and the others faded away.
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for
Harry stared a moment more and then whispered.
"Thank you."
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
He watched, silently begging for the tears to come. But they didn't. They never did. Not after the Cedric had died. Not after Sirius had fallen into the Veil, not after the Weasley's had been attacked, killing everyone but Ron. Not after Ron had been killed fighting the Death Eaters that had murdered his family. Not after Hermione had gone down in front of him, shot down with the Killing Curse. Not after Remus had succumbed to his lycanthropy, not even after Hogwarts had been attacked and Dumbledore killed. Not ever.
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here
He sat there, by the window of Number 4 Privet Drive, and thought. He thought about death, and the rising murders, and the fact he not slept for over a week, being plagued with nightmares and visions. He had not eaten for a long time, the very thought of food nauseating him. He just wanted to die.
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
He twitched the razor in his right hand, lifting it to the vein on his left wrist. The cool metal soothed him, sent small shockwaves through his system. He pressed it lightly to his skin, watching the small stream of blood, not much, just a bit.
Then from on high - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Then he tensed, he could have sworn- no. A word fell from his lips, hoarse and rusty. "Dumbledore?" The aged figure was sitting in front of him, pearly white. Net to the headmaster were many figures, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Remus, and Mrs. Weasley to name a few. The aged mans eyes were twinkling, but his voice, resounding in Harry's head, was grave.
"Do not give up, my son. Life is worth living, even. Do not throw away you're life so readily. You need it yet."
With that, he and the others faded away.
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for
Harry stared a moment more and then whispered.
"Thank you."