Was it really?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or characters
As Harry Potter stood at the top of the Astronomy Tower, he stopped to think about the past year, after the defeat of Voldemort. There was only one word to describe it: Hell. How else can you describe a life without the people you cared about? Knowing, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, that you are the reason that they all died? Harry tried to move on, he really did. He knew that his friends wouldn't want Harry to blame himself. He even went back to Hogwarts for his final year. But without Hermione nagging him to get his work done, and playing Wizard's Chess with Ron, it was a constant reminder of what happened in that final battle. He thinks about Teddy, who will never get to know his parents, just like Harry didn't. He can't help but dream of Ginny, tortured into insanity by Bellatrix, while Harry himself could do nothing about it, for he was dueling the Dark Lord himself. Keep your eyes on Voldemort, they would tell him. Killing him is the only thing that matters. But, as Harry stops to think about it, was it really? For the first time in his life, he truly stops and thinks about what is best for him. Despite what the Daily Prophet said, Harry Potter did not kill Voldemort for the Wizarding World. How could he? The witches and wizards never gave a damn about him, praising him as hero one year, then attention seeking brat the next. He did it for the people he cared about. And, as Harry thinks about all he has lost, he asks himself one question. What does he have to live for? And as soon as he asks himself this, he already has his answer. Nothing. His friends are dead. The girl he loved tortured into insanity. The only living relatives of his want to have nothing to do with him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the people who took him in and treated him as a son for so many years, now hate his guts for, in their minds, causing the deaths of their youngest son and only daughter. Harry's mind is made. He slowly walks toward the edge of the tower. He looks down, takes a deep breath, and jumps. Harry Potter's last thoughts were, I will be with my family at last.
I know it is short but this is the first time I have written angst so tell me what you thought? Liked it? Hated it?