Renewal
I have no idea how to explain this one I guess Harry is the Master of Death. It is a hurt comfort. I don't know where it came from I was bored in class and had no idea what I was writing until I just stopped and I knew it was done it is my shortest fanfic at 246 words. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I Don't own Harry Potter if I did then there would be a lot more slash relationships in it but there isn't thus I don't own it.
Pain that was all I felt despite being physically fine all I could feel was pain. As I walked through town…pain. As I watched children play with their parents…pain. Friends greeting each other…pain. Everywhere I went I felt pain, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the thought that while my friends, no my family was gone their thread being snipped too soon. I was forced to live on, granted the so-called gift of immortality. I mentally scoffed more of an everlasting punishment. Just the thought caused a chill to creep over my body. I hadn't wanted this. I accepted death but the one escape from this pain was forever barred from me. I was left to suffer, silently watching everything disappear. Not wanting to participate knowing that no matter what I did I would be stuck alone, in pain. Watching as people loved, hated, faded, and slowly disappeared until in the blink of an eye they were gone. I alone still wandered the cold lifeless ground. Wandering, pain filling me as my memories fade. Then I saw a small green leaf sprouting from the seemingly dead ground. Crouching down I softly touched it pushing my magic into it, encouraging it, and for the first time in a very long time I felt a smile bloom across my face.