This
is one-shot from Harry's point of view after the Final Battle at the
end of the seventh book. I shall let you decide what happens to him
after that.
Thanks tons to my beta, Culumacilinte.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling and never will be; therefore, I do not intend to gain any profit from the below.
Burdens
You tell me he's gone.
I can't believe it.
Then you tell me they're all gone.
I don't want to believe it.
Why does everyone I care about leave me?
It's me. It's my fault that Sirius died.
My fault Mum and Dad died.
My fault Cedric died.
It's my fault they're all gone.
My fault Hermione is gone
My fault Ron is gone.
My fault the whole family is gone...
The only real family I have ever known.
If only... If only I'd have never been born,
If I hadn't been chosen.
My friends would be alive.
Mum, Dad, Sirius, and Cedric would be alive...right here
With me.
WHY? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE TO SUFFER?
WHY DO I HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS
WHILE YOU STAND THERE WITHOUT A CARE
AND WATCH ME SACRIFICE FOR YOU?
WHY?
Did I do something wrong?
Was I meant to sit back and
Watch the world crumble beneath my feet?
Was I supposed to stop because you told me to?
Who are you to tell me what to do?
When you have no idea what it's like
To be me
To bear such a burden unwillingly...
But now that burden is gone
Weight lifted from my shoulders
But I feel part of me missing now
As if I died with the rest.
What to do now?
My life has no meaning
I have fulfilled my purpose...