Voldemort's Mark
It was supposed to be a joyous day in the wizarding world yet no one celebrated, no one partied, no one toasted. It was silent and some would say mysterious at Diagon Alley for none knew if it was really over just yet. Voldemort's sign had just been drawn on the night sky. Harry Potter lived! Yes he had defeated the dark lord but he had in the past come back.
"Harry? What on earth are you staring at?" asked Hermione as she walked rapidly to the window out which Harry was staring deeply through. His face had slowly begun to turn pale and he began to shake.
"What does it mean, Hermione? I killed him, all of his foolish servants are under lock and key! I KILLED HIM!!!" He screamed a fury that cannot be described by way of words. He felt cold and alone. It would never stop he thought. Voldemorts presence will never fade. His beloved followers would seek revenge on him and his friends forever and there is nothing he could do about it. A tear began to roll down his cheek, he had begun to realize that his terrible fate has not left him and never will. He will always be alone.
"Harry! Calm down maybe its Draco or some loser trying to play a foolish prank! We all saw you kill Voldemort, he is gone!" She pleaded.
"He has come back before, Hermione, face it! He will never be gone! His followers will never leave me alone."
"No! No Harry you came back! YOU were the one who was dead! YOU, Harry, were the one I saw come back to life and defeat the dark lord!"
Hermione sat down on bed behind her and turned away from Harry who had begun to cry solemnly. He had realized that Hermione could never understand how he felt. No one could.