The Prisoner of Azkaban
Harper's Story: Year 3
(Based upon: Harry Potter and the Prisoner and Azkaban by J.K. Rowling)
Author's Note: This is year three of my OC Harper, if you haven't read the other two years highly recommend reading them to get the back-story of my character. To those are returning to my story, enjoy!)
Having a loving family that loves and accepts you for who you are isn't easy to come by. And often times we have it, we often take it for granted. We never really stop to think that we have it great. Too often I see children looking irritated after their mother kisses them goodbye for the eighth time, or their father beaming down with pride after some, perhaps in some eyes…trivial thing. But inside, my heart aches, I never grew up with a loving mother figure, the only things I remember of my mother are bits and pieces of her voice. And up until two years ago nothing to remember her by, two years ago I was given a photo album of my mother and her friends. Too often I sit awake at night just going through the photos, staring at them, wondering what she was like…what kind of mother was she? Was she the kind of mom that started a different weird project every weekend? Or was the mother who baked delicious home-cooked meals every night?
My father? He wasn't much of a father, and now getting older and reflecting back on his treatment of me…was abusive. Since being removed from that environment and looking back, I realize that he wasn't anything a father figure should even remotely be compared to. But also being removed from that environment also made me realize how utterly alone I was. I hadn't heard or seen neither hide nor hair of my older brother who left when he was ten years old. I haven't seen or heard from him, but deep down I know he's alive and well. Where he is? I couldn't say. He promised to come back for me, but he never has…
When you're in a room full of people and still can feel utterly alone…that's what true darkness and fear is.
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
~Albus Dumbledore