A 200-word drabble for the Coming Home challenge on xoxLewrahxox's forum.
Coming Home
(or the opposite - not coming home after a battle or something)
There is no word limit and any character can be used, but an added challenge (though in no way a requirement) would be to try and write one about a member of the Order, because we focus so much on the Death Eaters around here. Good luck!
When he crosses the threshold, no scent of cooking is there to greet him.
(he doesn't miss it much, no)
He can work here, in perfect silence. He can eat with no jokes aimed at him. He can live the way he's always wanted to.
(home, sweet home)
There are nasty articles, stolen shots of Harry Potter pinned to his walls, as if for remembrance. Sometimes, in the off days, when emptiness, loneliness and (maybe, maybe) regret drive him crazy, he gets drunk, and he spits on the pictures and cries.
But when the papers start speaking of Chosen Ones, he tears the pictures off.
He can only cry and be sorry for himself, but by then the chance to go back on his choices is long past.
(if there ever was one)
So he walks on with his head high, like home is an overrated notion anyway – and he stays alone.