Defying Destiny
CHAPTER1: Letters and messages
Bang, Bang, BANG.
As Vernon Dursley hammered on his god- forsaken wards door, he could hardly believe his luck. Just a few more days and he would be rid of the curse that was this scrawny menace, constantly terrorizing him and his family with unforeseeable magic. He shuddered at the thought of magic, and shivered with barely suppressed glee at the thought of Harrys departure.
Wake UP! And make breakfast, I wont have this lying in bed crap from you boy! In my house, my rules or get lostand it wont be a minute too soon!
Beyond the banging door a tall, dark haired, green-eyed boy was staring wearily at the door behind him. (As if it were possible to sleep through this mayhem - it wasnt) But somehow death threats were something that elicited little response from Harry these days, he merely let them wash over him. He was lost in his memories, in his fear and in his all- encompassing loneliness. Despite what his friends had said, the prophecy and the sheer weight of responsibility, fate, all of Harry down. After Dumbledores death it seemed like smiling was impossible, nothing seemed to have any meaning. It was now that Harry fully understood that it wasnt Sirius who had been his family, Sirius had been his Pal, his side-kick even! It was Dumbledore who had been his mentor, protector, fathereverything. The man who had devoted himself to plan Harrys course and to help him walk it. Now as fate would always have it where he was concerned, he was destined to walk that course all alone.
The loss ate at Harrys insides and he was still vehemently ignoring Uncle Vernons furious bellows when Hedwig landed in the window, with three letters clutched in her beak. Unenthusiastically Harry opened each of them.
The first letter was from Ron and read:
Hey Mate!
Well the day has finally come, Bill and Fleur tie the knot day after tomorrow so well come pick you up tomorrow evening. Dad reckons we should try and avoid the muggles, this time around. So well just wait for you outside, be packed and ready. As for what we do after, trust me Hermione and I have been working on some stuff and well take off as soon as we can, dont worry we havent told anyone.
Hang in there.
Ron
The second letter was from Hagrid, and like Hagrid it was much simpler and honest:
Hiya Harry,
I just wanted to tell yer to keep hangin in there and practice whatever it is He wanted yer to keep doin. I aint askin you what yer plans are, but I reckon Hed ave told yer what ter do. Just wanted yer to know that im there whenever u need any help.
Love Hagrid.
Ps: I miss im too.
The third letter was much more confusing and like its author aroused the same amount of confusion in Harry, he didnt know what to feel, or maybe he was a little too numbed already and couldnt react as he would have otherwise.
Hello Harry,
How are you? Ive missed u these past months so much and although I understand your reasons for wanting to break up, I guess I still lingered on some silly hopes, but u havent answered any of my letters. Why is it that you can let Ron and Hermione go with you, always, let them in, but not me?
Anyway I know you will be coming for Bills wedding and I wanted you to know something, it was only fair to tell you now. Over the summer I met Dean in Diagon Alley and somehow we got to talking and one thing led to another. I dont know if were back together, but he asked me to give him another chance and Ive decided to do so. I hope you understand.
Love Ginny
Harry looked up from the letter icily, no reactions to any of the words he had read, I guess it is for the best he figured.
A clean break, isnt that what they call it? He stared at the walls of his tiny room.
Well tonight is my last night in this room, might as well say good bye to the life I got, and go after the one I was supposed to have, he said out loud. It irked him that he didnt really know which one was worse.