This was written for The Picture Prompt challenge at HPFC. It takes place after Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts before he is to leave for the Weasley's.
After I've walked for a while I come across the old gate. It's familiar and it isn't a beautiful place. It's the place I used to come when I wanted to be alone, when I needed to get away from Dudley and his gang. I came here the summer between my first and second years of Hogwarts when Ron and Hermione's letters were missing from the post and I wanted to find a friend. My only friend was the lonely wooden gate that was mysteriously placed in suburban England. After second year the year that I had saved Ginny I came here and cried. It was the first of many times I had nearly lost someone close to me. I would learn to cope with these emotions and worse ones as my life came spiraling down around me.
It was no surprise that Voldemort would rise again, at least not for my friends and I. One of us has to win. When I saw Voldemort come back, when I saw him kill Cedric I wanted to come to this gate. The gate was my gate a place I could call my own, a place to just let go. As soon as I got home from Hogwarts that year I came to this place and sat and thought about how life was going to be. How would I live now with Voldemort back?
The Dursleys never did find this place. If they had it would never mean this much to me. This place is sacred for me. It is where I came after I lost Sirius two times, once after third year and then after fifth. At the beginning of this summer I came here and let my emotions fly. I was angry, upset, and heartbroken because Dumbledore had died. Dumbledore had always been somewhat of a grandfather to me, a wise old man who gave me good advice about what to do with my life. This gate is me. It is my thoughts, my memories, and my past. I stand here on the one day I am allowed to leave the house; I don't care what anyone says I need to get some fresh air. I received word yesterday that I will be leaving the Dursleys for good soon. The freshly mown lawns of Privet Drive will fade into the back of my mind, a mere memory. I sit here for the last time and think of what is to come. Will my friends and I die? Is this all a waste? I look at the gate and remember all the times I've come here and realize its all because of him; Voldemort. He led to the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. He killed Sirius, Cedric, and Dumbledore. He has lived in my nightmares for years, and he did the worst thing of all. He killed my parents.
I look at the wall with renewed faith. I now know that I will win. After all I have something worth fighting for. We all have something worth fighting for.
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