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Sins of Angels: Well, just a little something I wrote for the sake of writing it, basically. Um, yeah…I'm not sure about continuing it or not. My original plan was to do a bunch of characters, but now it might just start and end with Harry. Reviews are always welcome, and if you think of a character you'd like me to write about, let me know, although there's no guarantee I'll continue this, it'll be greatly appreciated. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1 – Harry Potter
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned," Harry said, sitting down. He sighed. Well, better out than in.
"You see, Father, I'm no ordinary wizard. I'm the-hah-famous Harry Potter, the most well known bloody git in all of Britain. Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to say that. Should I start over?"
"No, no, dear boy, you're doing fine. Keep going."
"Sometimes, well, most of the time, I really wish I wasn't so famous, you know? I mean, think about it. I'm famous because my mother sacrificed herself for me. My fame comes from the spilling of my parent's blood.
"Who would want fame at such a great cost?
"Everyone, apparently. Because, in these past six years of Hogwarts, people have been either pissed beyond belief or intrigued with me, passing from fear to wonder in a heartbeat. I don't want it to be like that, you know? I just want to have a normal life, or, at least, not to have people make this one stranger. And now I have to fight Voldemort, and I have to win. I really do. If I lose, well, the world loses. If I lose I curse my friends to this scared war, this frightening existence for life, which may not in itself be all that long. You see, Father, therein lies my sin. I don't want to do it anymore.
"I never wanted it to begin with. Who would wish this cursed fame upon another? I wish, more than anything, that it wasn't me. I've lost friends…I've lost family, to this bloody war. I've lost everything." Harry sighed. "Well, no, I haven't lost everything. Not yet, anyway. I still have Ron, and Hermione, and…Ginny. I still have Ginny. Father, in one way or another, I have committed every one of the seven deadly sins. I guess that's why I'm here today. I need to talk to someone.
"Pride. Pride in myself and pride in my parents. Pride has made me blind, Father. Blind to the truth. Envy. That's a good one. I just displayed it, in my desire to be normal, I'm envious of other people. Gluttony. Hah, that's one for me. That I'm most definitely guilty of. Lust. I mention Ginny. Yeah, that's lust, even if I hate myself for it. Anger. That fills my whole body. Greed. Well, my days at the Dursley's definitely qualify. Sloth. Well, That isn't even questionable. I'm one of the laziest people I know.
"The point is, Father, I know I'm going to hell. It's not a secret, considering I may commit murder soon. All I want, all I need, is support. Not the kind that people who agree with me can give. I know I've never turned to God before…but, well, I figure it's worth a try. I'm going to be praying to him and every other deity that comes to my mind when the time comes to face Voldemort. I guess I just wanted to tell you that. I wanted to tell someone that." Harry sighed again. "Thanks," he concluded and left before the Father could react. Leaving behind the small building in Diagon Alley, Harry wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn't noticed the church before.
Never needed it before, did I? The voice came from the shadows of his thought. Well, better out than in.