Chp. 1 - Heart's Desire
In a small bedroom, the bed lay a boy with messy black hair. He wasn't the healthiest you can find, by his looks you can say that he hadn't been eating well. He was skinny, he looks about 14 maybe 15. He was tossing and turning on his bed, a layer of sweat on his skin, as he suffers from a bad nightmare. "Cedric... No! Please! Don't kill him!" He kept muttering in his sleep.
Suddenly, without warning, a pair of brilliant green eyes snapped open and the boy sat straight up. His breathing was laboured and his body shivering. He wiped the sweat off his face and lower his face onto his hands, trying to even his breathing.
His eyes were dull, unlike many 15 years old that holds mischief or happiness. His physical appearance may be a 15-year-old teenage boy, but his eyes alone holds other stories. From his eyes, you will know that he had experienced something that someone his age shouldn't.
Under his eyes were dark bags, obviously stating that this boy had not slept well for quite a while now. After his breathing was evened out he then walked to the opened window letting the breeze cool him down.
Under the moonlight, there on his forehead was a scar shaped of a lightning bolt. The scar that carries the legend of the fall of a dark lord, that was recently resurrected. The scar of Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived. The lightning bolt-shaped scar that reminds him of his parent's death, the tragic Halloween night. The night that he saw his parents die.
He remembers the memory clearly, because of Dementors. It was the only memory he had of his parents, the only one he can remember.
Harry looked out the window, it was still dark since it was only 3 in the morning. Harry sighed. He barely sleeps anymore. He was afraid to sleep, afraid of what he will see when he closes his eyes. Every night he sleeps when he was thoroughly exhausted that was about 12 or 1 in the morning, then he will wake up 3 hours later because of a nightmare.
Saying he was tired was an understatement, exhausted was more like it. Ever since the day he came back from Hogwarts, he hadn't slept well. No scratch that, he hadn't slept well since the third task, the last week at Hogwarts he suffered the full blow of his nightmares. At Hogwarts he put silencing charms around his bed, to make sure if he screams at night he won't wake his roommates up.
He did his everyday chores without question because that was the only thing that can keep him busy for the day without thinking about what happened. He was sure he looks horrible from the lack of sleep and food. He just wanted sleep, how he longed for a night without nightmares.
After standing by the window he turned to look at his desk. The first thing he saw was his self-made calendar on his table. It's his 15th birthday today and then tomorrow he will be taken away from this hell hole to wherever they're going. Even if it is his birthday he didn't feel like celebrating, since he's going to be joining his friends tomorrow, they're going to celebrate his birthday there and hand him his presents.
Even though he looked forward to seeing his friends and Sirius again, he didn't want them pitying him for what he's been through. Obviously, they will see he hadn't been sleeping well or eating well so they will be concern about his health.
Harry sighed again and sat on the bed with his face in his hands. When he looked up a minute later, he saw the picture of his parents. They were in each other's arms waving at the camera. His heartache, he wanted a family since he realised that the Dursleys will have none of him.
He would give everything he had just to see his parents again, to have a family that actually cares for him. Yes, Sirius is his godfather and he's still alive, but he still wanted to see his parents. People may think that as childish or that it has been more than a decade, that he should've let go a long time ago. He did let go and move on, accepting the truth that his parents were dead, but sometimes he just looks back and think what his life would be if his parents never died. Will his dad be there to tell him to prank Snape? Will his mother be there to hug him every time he boards the Hogwarts Express? He knows that Mrs Weasley do give him hugs, but it's never the same.
His best hope is that Sirius gets free soon and they can live together. The thought place a small smile of his face. He knew that Wormtail have to be caught before Sirius is freed but one could always dream.
He looked at the picture again, and the Mirror of Erised crossed his mind. His parents standing behind him with all his other family members. If only that wish could come true.
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Published: 5th October
Status: Edited