DEDICATED: To all the potential that has ever been lost.
WARNING: Angst
DISCLAIMER: I do not, nor have I ever, nor will I ever own the rights to Harry Potter. I just enjoy playing within the world.
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Faded
"When I grieve for someone, it's for the potential
left unfulfilled, for the pain caused by the hole
they leave in their passing. It's a recognition
that they will be missed. It's a sadness that
they will never be able to do all the good in the
world that they might have done if they had lived."
-Jei; Grief and a Headhunter's Rage (GW)
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I wished for many things that night.
I wished that had had the joy of being a child. I wished that you had as well. I wished that I weren't so scarred that I would let myself fall: in love, in friendship, in innocence. I wished the same for you.
Even as your red eyes glared at me with all the hatred your soul held, and I knew it held unfathomable amounts, I wished that life could have been different for both of us. Because we both deserved better than we got.
And I think you knew it too, as your life slowly faded away, just like the red in your eyes, to reveal a soft, dark green; a green just a shade darker than mine.
In that moment, I wished you alive again, wished you could be like a phoenix and reborn from the pieces that remained, so that I could take you under my wing. Together, I wishfully thought, we could learn all those softer emotions that before we could only see in others' faces.
But you just died.
Leaving me behind… and now I have no more wishes. They died with barely a murmur, slowly drifting away as blown by a soft wind; Merlin knows they were never solid to begin with. Because even before… I knew they'd never come true.
You're still dead, and with your death I died too. The only difference is that you get to move on and I'm trapped here with no hope.
Because, ironically enough, that faded also with the life in your eyes.
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A/N: Another older story. Just my thoughts on Harry's feelings as Voldemort dies. After all, to be obsessed with someone that long and then to lose them would be heartbreaking, at least in my opinion.