Disclamer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, or any characters affiliated with them. These are all the property of J. K. Rowling and I am merely manipulating them for my pleasure.
A/N: This plot line conflicts with HBP and will not contain anything along the lines of said book's plot. This is a one shot unless I am asked to continue, in which case more chapters can be posted due to the plot holes I left, incase of necessary change.
WATER
The Quibbler:
Celebration or Sorrow
Today is a day for celebration in our world. The terror that has claimed our land for so long has been banished, though not without a cost. Our savior has been lost to this world forever. Witnesses said that he vanished without a trace, while Voldemort's body turned to ash. We will never honor our hero with a proper grave; although he may not have wanted that from us.
This was found at the home that Harry once inhabited, sealed and addressed to the magical world:
Dear whomever,
Blood is thicker than water right?
Well try telling that to my relatives. You see me as one who is strong, a Hero. They see me as someone who is weak, a Freak. I however see myself as nothing. I feel that Odysseus and I would get along best at this moment. "My name is Nobody" Ha. I wish it were. Understand that I never wanted any of these titles. I merely wanted to be normal and loved, as a child should be.
However, I can tell you one thing. If I have learned anything in my life, it's that blood does not matter. It will not make you who you are and it will not give you a family, it won't make people care and most of all it's not worth fighting over.
However this is a war over blood, over its purity and is importance, yet in all the blood that is spilt, it is more innocent blood than the blood of those who are guilty of greater crimes than most. I think someone is trying to tell us something with that and I hope that now you see what I now know at only the age of seventeen.
Voldemort fights for the purity of blood, yet he is a half blood himself. Dumbledore fights to allow the mixed blood, but here he stands as a pureblood. It is all blatant hypocrisy.
I know he will come tonight. The wards will fail at midnight, as I become an adult in the world; however, I'm sure Iwill notbe an adult long enough to care. I have found a way to kill him, finally.
It's amazing how simple it is, it's been staring me in the face all this time, literally. His blood runs in my veins, as mine runs in his. If blood is thicker than water, then my blood will kill him, as his kills me.
Don't worry yourselves. I never lived, so dying is not something that concerns me. I hope you all live lives not ruled by blood, but by your actions and choices.
Sincerely,
Harry J.
We must all see through the veiled truth that has been presented to us. Our hero was nothing more than a boy, who we forced to grow to quickly and who we shouldered with all of our problems and grievances. We can only hope that by heeding his last words we will honor his memory and show him justice in his death, that we did not show him in his life.
Melissa Merrriwether : Chief Editor of Staff