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Her Smile
Sixteen year-old Harry Potter sat in his tiny bedroom, flipping through the pictures of his parents.
He had just returned from the wizarding bank, Gringott's. His godfather, Sirius Black, had died three weeks ago, and had left his large house to Harry. He had not visited the house yet, and had no wish to do so. Sirius had been pretty much imprisoned there for the last year, and it was all Dumbledore's fault. He had told Sirius not to leave the house, that it was too dangerous. Then Kreacher, that terrible little animal that Sirius had as a servant, lied to Harry, sending him off to the Department of Ministries. Sirius's cousin, Bellatrix Black, had killed him during a battle.
Harry had gone to the vault that Sirius had left to Remus Lupin, Harry's former professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they had found a box full of pictures of James and Lily Potter, who had been killed by Voldomort fifteen years ago.
Harry picked up a picture of his mother, and looked at it. Her sparkling green eyes, and bright red hair, and of course, her perfect smile. She laughed, as she rode on a broom. Harry looked at her longingly, wishing that she could be here now, to hold him, to comfort him. Harry sighed, if she was alive, then none of this would have happened. Sirius would not have been blamed for the mass murder that had put in Askaban, the wizarding prison, and he would not be famous, and Voldomort would not be after him, one of the only threats to his life.
My mother should have never died. It's my fault she died; it's all my fault. If she had not protected me then she wouldn't have died, and her and maybe even Dad could have lived, and it would me helping them fight Voldomort, not everyone else helping me fight him. Harry sighed deeply. Even if he had realized what was happening at the time, she would have still died. Voldomort didn't care about her, just as he doesn't care about me, or any of the other people that have died because of him. Harry thought back to the night, just over a year ago, when Voldomort had returned to power, and killed Cedric Diggory, who had also died because of Harry. The tears where building up in Harry's eyes, threating to spill. He blinked rapidly, trying to fight the emotions building inside him. The tears spilled over, and a sob burst out from him.
He put his head on the lumpy pillow, and cried quietly.
A few moments later, he heard his Uncle Vernon yelling for him.
"Boy! Get down here!"
Harry sat up, and dried his eyes. He looked in the small mirror on his night table. His eyes where red and puffy, but he could blame that on allergies.
He stood up, and walked out the door, going down the stairs to join his Aunt and Uncle for another terrible day of summer, but in his heart still thinking of the beautiful smile.
A/N 'Ello! What did you think of this little peice of work? I actually had to write a story for school...so I decided to cheat, and why'll I do that, write a little fic. So, I got an A on the project, so what do you think? Reviews are always welcome!
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