The world was supposed to be a happy place. That's what I want. A place where everything turns out okay in the end. Too bad the world isn't like that.
Like how I studied and read and did all my extra-credit to grow up to be stuck in a dead end job that pays shit.
Like how Ron fought in every battle of the war, trying to make a difference, and was forced to watch is family and friends die around him, making him feel useless and weak.
Like how Sirius fought for twelve years to keep his sanity in Azkaban after he was accused of a crime he didn't commit to spend three years free, all the while hiding and running from the Ministry, his only joy was to see Harry.
Like how Draco was dragged though the Dark Arts for years and years by his father, to finally decide to go spy for the Light, then after giving major information, die from intense torture by the hand of Voldemort.
Like how Remus fought as hard as he could, and made a difference, just to be discredited by the world because of their fear of werewolves.
Like how Snape worked for over two decades as a spy for the Light to be accused of being a Death Eater by the Ministry and given the kiss.
Like when Neville went up against Bellatrix Lestrange for the revenge of his parents, killed her, then met the same fate as his parents by the hands of Lucius Malfoy.
Like how Lavender and Parvati were taken as prisoners and never seen again.
Like how Terry Boot was killed in his bed by a nameless Death Eater before he was able to set foot on any battlefield.
Like how Pansy Parkinson, who had joined the Light side, was tortured until she gave Voldemort information. Afterwards she killed herself out of shame.
Like how Susan Bones was given to Peter Pettigrew as a reward and was driven to insanity from his deeds.
Like how Hagrid jumped in front of an Avada Kedavra curse aimed at Dumbledore and died. Albus could have dodged that curse.
Like how Molly Weasely had to watch her youngest daughter be tortured by Death Eaters. They wouldn't let her look away.
And finally, like how Harry had devoted his whole life after age eleven to defeating Voldemort. Harry ended up killing him, but The Dark Lord made sure to take Harry with him.
Oh no, Harry is not dead, that would be mercy. You can still visit him, or at least the shell of him. He sits in his chair or lies on his bed, unresponsive, with a bit of drool spilling down his chin. He now has a perpetual smile on his face. Sadly, that smile is completely different from the real Harry's. He no longer has that quirky, crooked grin he used to have or that mischievous look in his eyes. He just smiles blindly at the wall.
I ask again; why can't the world be a happy place? Well, to some it is. It is a place where fantasy is reality, where dreams come true. To me it just seems like a nightmare that I will never wake up from.
A/N- Well I hope you liked that, Iv kinda been in the mood for angsty one-shots lately. See ya later!
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