Harry mourned as he walked through the battlefield. So many dead, so much lost. Looking back on it all, he wondered at what his life had come to.
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child.
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now.
These past years had been filled with so much darkness. The death and destruction brought by the war had killed so much hope. After that first death... the only death that really mattered after all. For it was the death of He that had truly hardened his heart.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
Harry looked up at the stars, remembering how happy he had been. Longing for those times was pointless, he knew, but oh how he wished.
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything
And knowing nothing at all.
Back then everything had seemed possible. The world remained to be conquered, and with Him at his side, even Voldemort had seemed defeatable. But then they had come for him.
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back.
Somehow, it seems colder now.
He lost himself in the memory:
They had been celebrating their two year anniversary, never suspecting, when the door had burst open and the room was flooded with the dark swarm of death eaters. For a moment he was stunned, how had they gotten past his secret keeper? The sudden silence was broken by Bellatrix.
"Poor Potter, even your friends betray you" she taunted. He growled wordlessly. "Apparently you 'deserve every pain for consorting with that slimy git" she quoted. Leveling her wand at him she continued, "and I can't help but agree."
His shock at the betrayal gave Him enough time to throw himself in front of Harry. And then He died.
He didn't remember how he had gotten himself and His body out of there. He wasn't even sure why he had tried. It was all meaningless without Him.
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger.
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything.
As the war had gone on, as more and more were lost or betrayed him, he forced himself not to care. He would not mourn.
As the years pass by
Before my face,
As wars rage before me,
Finding myself
In these last days of existence,
The parasite inside me
I forced out.
It was all his fault. He understood that. He understood that all the deaths were his fault. But the only one he cared about, was His.
In the darkness of the storm
Lies an evil,
But it's me.
Had it been worth it? Would it have been better if they had stayed apart? At least then He might still be alive.
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world.
Oh I, I want to go back to
Believing in everything.
Screaming into the night his heart screamed with him. "Draco."
I still remember.