Disclaimer:
As you have probably guessed, I am not J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the characters or settings she created.
However, the original characters in this story are mine. Any resemblances to actual people are unintentional.
The idea for this story is mine. (Although I have bounced ideas and gotten assistance from my friends)
Cover art is also mine. I created it using Adobe Illustrator.
-This fanfiction will also be posted on my account (same name) on wattpad-
He didn't want to be sitting in the chair by the empty hearth. It was stiff and a cold draft was hitting his back.
He sat in the chair.
Why was he still sitting there? He should move. He wanted to move.
He didn't move.
He could hear footsteps approaching from the left. Heavy footsteps. Sinister footsteps. He wanted to run before they reached him.
He didn't run.
The man came around the corner, a cruel smile on his lips. He could still run. There was still time.
He still didn't run.
The man stopped in front of him. There was still time. He could grab his wand. He could fight.
He did nothing.
The man called out for his friend. His friend entered the room, dragging another man behind him. That man was bound and gagged.
They threw the man at his feet.
There had to be something he could do. He knew there were spells he could cast. He could save himself and the bound man.
He sat in the stiff chair and did nothing.
The man laughed. It was a cold laugh. A chill ran up his spine.
He didn't even shiver.
The man spoke with a voice that sounded like cracking ice. The man was telling him to kill the bound man.
The man flicked his wand and the bonds fell away. The man said kill. He didn't want to. He shouldn't. He wouldn't.
He stood.
The man told him to kill. He knew he must. He shouldn't. He didn't want to.
He pulled out his wand.
Why was he doing this. He didn't want to. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
He pointed his wand at the man at his feet.
The man looked up at him with pleading eyes. There were tears on his face. He didn't want to kill him. This man had done nothing.
His hand shook.
Kill him now.
No.
Do it.
No.
Do it.
"Avada Kedavra!"
He saw the flash of green light. He did it.
Harry Potter stared at the dead man crumpled at his feet.
He would never forgive himself.