As if Harry Potter didn't have enough troubles at the moment, he was being driven utterly insane by abeautiful, yet painfully applicable song echoing in this head.
I, I came here by day,
but I left here in darkness
and found you, found you on the way.
It had been like a new day when Harry first came into the magic world: Flying motorbikes, pet owls, quiddich, and an escape from the Dursleys. He had though he would have the time of his life at this magic school back then, as a naïve little boy eating chocolate frogs on the school train with Ron. His school lessons were very interesting, and he was famous for being brave, unlike at primary school, were he had been famous for being an easy target. Life had started off grand. he had friends for the first time. He was good at something, many things actually.
But soon, all too soon the world of charms and love potions turns into a world of darkness.
Would he leave here in darkness? Would he die before he could see the wizarding world as a place good? I seemed so. Imprisoned by a curse, he was trapped in a dark room. There was a door, it was even open. Yet he could not move toward it. The only movement he was capible of now was in his mind, and he wasn't even sure how long that would last. In this dark world,he didn't really have any prefence one way or the other.
His innocence was lost forever that year, his first year at Hogwarts. For he no longer thought of wizards as kindly fellows in pointy hats, and with sticks with stars on the end for magic wands. For he now know the immense evil that the stick could do. Murder, torture, control. All the worst sins wizards were capable of. It was a dark world he had found himself an inhabitant of, what with the war - good against evil, dementors giving the death kiss at random and, of course, the dark lord rising to power again.
And he had found him, found him on the way from day to darkness. He, the greatest evil there was. He, who had captured him, imprisoned him with only nightmares for company. Harry should've seen it coming; it was the climax of his seven years at school. Every year, he had defeated the dark lord, it was kind of fitting that in his seventh and final the dark lord would take him. Fitting, but terribly ironic. Ironically terrible. This time not there was no weak form impeding the dark lord. Gone was the sharing of a body, the year of hiding in a diary, the divided soul. He was strong, he was powerful. He was evil, and he had imprisoned Harry.
To be continued...