You Should Have Seen this Coming
As he sat there, staring out into the deep, dark night, flecked with stars, voices were ringing in his head. Memories of the taunting, bullying, sneering, things he shouldn't have had to go through at all, let alone at his young age. Uncle Vernon's voice rang out clearly and sharply as though he was standing right next to him;
"You're a freak, no one will ever care about you, no one ever could." Uncle Vernon's voice turned to Malfoy's. "Why don't you go join your parents, Potter, there the only ones who want to see you anyway." Tears leaked down Harry's cheeks. He bit back a sob. He knew Ron would try to stop him, so would Hermione. He sighed. It was the end of the year, and he was never going back to the Dursleys'. He sat down and wrote out four short letters, in crimson colored ink. They were all the same except for the addressee. He opened Professor Dumbledore's and Sirius's and scrawled something extra at the bottom. He opened the window, and climbed quietly out onto the ledge with the letters in his hand, as well as his wand. He turned so he was facing the window. He was crying worse than ever as he thought of Sirius, of Hermione, and Ron, and Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George, Percy, and Ginny and Hagrid. He thought of those people, of his family, as he stepped backward a bit. This was his last chance to back out, once he jumped there was no going back. He wasn't going to go back, ever, he never wanted to see the Dursleys or Aunt Marge, or Malfoy, or Snape, Crabbe or Goyle ever again. He knew he would see his family again someday, and now he was going to find his parents, he hated that he was listening to Malfoy, but he couldn't go anywhere on Earth besides Hogwarts again. He closed his eyes and slowly leaned backwards, fighting the instinct to straiten up. He was falling, crying, and fighting the urge to scream. He opened his eyes, looking at the stars. He could see their faces, all of them, his family, even his mother and father in the sky as though the images were pasted behind his eyes.
"I love you." Harry whispered, speaking to all of them, though he was sure only two of them could hear him. "I'm so sorry." He could have sworn he heard two voices calling back to him;
"We love you too, son." He was dead once he hit the ground.
Professor Dumbledore walked out of the castle and into the bright sunlight. He was sure nothing could spoil his good mood, but he was wrong. Harry, the boy he had grown so attached to, the boy he almost felt was his son, was laying in the grass, his eyes opened and glassed over, a slight smile painted on his face, his hands over his chest as though he was laid down in a coffin. His wand was held in both hands and he held pieces of paper under it and there was a huge dark stain over the grass under him. Tears were streaming down his face as he bent over him. He gently removed the papers, careful not to move Harry's position. One of the papers was larger than the rest, It was titled; "The Marauder's Map", the others were folded, and each had a name written on them. Dumbledore opened the one bearing his name. Tears fell on to the paper as he read;
"Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am sorry to leave you like this, I know it must come as quite a nasty shock. I hope you don't hate me for this, and that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I could not bear to go back to the Dursleys'. I thank you for giving me a chance and letting me know what love felt like, before I left. Again, I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me, but really, you should have seen this coming.
-Harry" He made to fold the paper back up when writing that was previously under his thumb caught his eye. He didn't want miss anything of Harry's last words to him. They were only three words, but they were three powerful, heart-wrenching words. They were;
"I love you."
"I love you too, Harry." He whispered shakily,]. "And I wish I had told you sooner."