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Five For Fighting.
Harry looked down at his Firebolt in his hand. Ron looked at him in hope
but Harry just shock his head and said "I'm sorry Ron, I just can't do
it". Ron turned round and sighed in disappointment and said "I guess we'll
be needing a new seeker then"
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
He just couldn't fly, well he could once but after he had defeated Lord
Voldemort, after that final battle he had just changed. No one ever gave
him a second look anymore. His destiny was achieved, his purpose was
fulfilled, now he was just, just another pretty face in the crowd
I'm more than a bird.......I'm more that a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
He wasn't "The Boy Who Lived" or "The Fantastic Seeker" anymore he was
just that boy over there called Harry Potter. Girls used to be all over
him because he was "The Boy Who Lived" but not anymore. He had always
hated being the Hero but now that it was gone he really missed it and he
had to admit he wasn't really used to anything else.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I never see
That night Harry collected every thing he owned except his red Qudditch
robes, his wand and his Firebolt, piled it up in a huge pile and watched
it burn. If people didn't want him, he'd go
It may sound absurd....But don't be naive
Even hero's have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed.........But won't you concede
Even hero's have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
Harry remembered. Remembered when Ron and Hermione had got together and
completely ignored him. Remembered all the bad things Snape and Malfoy has
said and done. Remembered all the battles with Lord Voldemort, specially the
last one
Up,
Up and away ...away from me
It's all right ...You can sleep tonight
I'm not crazy…or anything
For the last time Harry kicked off, clad in red Qudditch robes and all
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds beneath their knees
Harry was quite high up now. He removed a piece of parchment from his robes, read it through carefully then smiled and flew up higher.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Harry could barely see the ground now. He could feel the brisk, fresh night air sweep across his face. He picked up the piece of parchment and his wand. He pointed his wand at himself and whispered the very spell that had killed Lord Voldemort just months before, Avada Kedabra. Harry screamed out in pain, he feel the indescribable pain come across him, and felt his wand slip though his fingers onto the far away ground. He clutched the piece of parchment and started falling, falling to the ground, and into darkness. Suddenly the pain stopped and Harry fell into eternal darkness.
It's not easy to be me
The next morning was the Qudditch Final everyone was so excited they hadn't noticed Harry's absents. As people started walking onto the field someone shouted "Hey there's someone on the field. Ron went over to investigate and almost dropped dead at the sight before him. His former best friend lying there with his eyes opened in terror but his mouth curved into a maniac smile with his wand and Firebolt broken beside him and a muddy piece of parchment. Ron slowly picked it up fearing the worst and read out loud:
"Dear Everyone,
If you are reading this it means I am not with you anymore. I'm dead. I have killed myself because I am not needed anymore. So I have disposed of myself. Bye,
Sincerely
Harry Potter
Harry Potter (The once famous "Boy Who Lived") "
Ron dropped the letter and when Dumbledore had asked about five times "What has happened?" He finally answered "He committed suicide".
The End
I am aware this isn't very good and also aware it is very short but please do me a little favour and just review. I don't care if their all flames because then I will know what mistakes I made. I am also very very very sorry if this offends some people.
Five For Fighting.
Harry looked down at his Firebolt in his hand. Ron looked at him in hope
but Harry just shock his head and said "I'm sorry Ron, I just can't do
it". Ron turned round and sighed in disappointment and said "I guess we'll
be needing a new seeker then"
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
He just couldn't fly, well he could once but after he had defeated Lord
Voldemort, after that final battle he had just changed. No one ever gave
him a second look anymore. His destiny was achieved, his purpose was
fulfilled, now he was just, just another pretty face in the crowd
I'm more than a bird.......I'm more that a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
He wasn't "The Boy Who Lived" or "The Fantastic Seeker" anymore he was
just that boy over there called Harry Potter. Girls used to be all over
him because he was "The Boy Who Lived" but not anymore. He had always
hated being the Hero but now that it was gone he really missed it and he
had to admit he wasn't really used to anything else.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I never see
That night Harry collected every thing he owned except his red Qudditch
robes, his wand and his Firebolt, piled it up in a huge pile and watched
it burn. If people didn't want him, he'd go
It may sound absurd....But don't be naive
Even hero's have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed.........But won't you concede
Even hero's have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
Harry remembered. Remembered when Ron and Hermione had got together and
completely ignored him. Remembered all the bad things Snape and Malfoy has
said and done. Remembered all the battles with Lord Voldemort, specially the
last one
Up,
Up and away ...away from me
It's all right ...You can sleep tonight
I'm not crazy…or anything
For the last time Harry kicked off, clad in red Qudditch robes and all
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds beneath their knees
Harry was quite high up now. He removed a piece of parchment from his robes, read it through carefully then smiled and flew up higher.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Harry could barely see the ground now. He could feel the brisk, fresh night air sweep across his face. He picked up the piece of parchment and his wand. He pointed his wand at himself and whispered the very spell that had killed Lord Voldemort just months before, Avada Kedabra. Harry screamed out in pain, he feel the indescribable pain come across him, and felt his wand slip though his fingers onto the far away ground. He clutched the piece of parchment and started falling, falling to the ground, and into darkness. Suddenly the pain stopped and Harry fell into eternal darkness.
It's not easy to be me
The next morning was the Qudditch Final everyone was so excited they hadn't noticed Harry's absents. As people started walking onto the field someone shouted "Hey there's someone on the field. Ron went over to investigate and almost dropped dead at the sight before him. His former best friend lying there with his eyes opened in terror but his mouth curved into a maniac smile with his wand and Firebolt broken beside him and a muddy piece of parchment. Ron slowly picked it up fearing the worst and read out loud:
"Dear Everyone,
If you are reading this it means I am not with you anymore. I'm dead. I have killed myself because I am not needed anymore. So I have disposed of myself. Bye,
Sincerely
Harry Potter
Harry Potter (The once famous "Boy Who Lived") "
Ron dropped the letter and when Dumbledore had asked about five times "What has happened?" He finally answered "He committed suicide".
The End
I am aware this isn't very good and also aware it is very short but please do me a little favour and just review. I don't care if their all flames because then I will know what mistakes I made. I am also very very very sorry if this offends some people.
