Harry stepped up to the window ledge, the fury of his past and everything pulling him forward and out of the tower. He hated all of this. The pressure of living to be used as a savior, the fact that he had to hide his emotions. He was weak, and had to act strong.
Everyone saw him as this brave individual who defeated the Dark Lord.
He did not want to be that person. He wanted to be Harry. The "just Harry" he was before he came to Hogwarts. And he was just a boy for fucks sake! A BOY. HE DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER HOW HE BECAME THIS PERSON.
Harry sat down shakily on the ledge, frustration boiling over in the pit of his stomach.
Why did it have to be this way… He wanted to forget everything, the pain and anger towards humanity.
He choked up on the tears, the burning in his eyes trying to break its way to the surface.
His head in his hands, looking out to the lake from the tower in Hogwarts, he broke down. His life was nothing more than something others controlled. He was a weapon of destruction and salvation. His greatest achievement he would ever be able to achieve, would be of murder. His name would only be known for that.
Harry sobbed, the tears running down his cheeks and the violent grief slashed his chest and bore weight down on him. He felt heavy, and broken, and useless now. He couldn't hold it in anymore, and screamed.
Harry screamed for everything, his voice crying out for all those who had lost their lives because of him. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Moody, Hedwig, Fred… His voice slowly ebbed away, and he looked up to the dark sky.
His hand loosened up, a piece of paper fluttering to the floor of the tower.
Everyone,
Forgive me. I'm not meant to live. I did what was meant for me, so please, I beg you, let me be. I wanted to live normally after this.
To the people who knew me, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Molly, George, Arthur, everyone else…. Thank you, for everything. You were the best family I could have asked for, but it is my time to go. Thank you for being there for me, and supporting what ridiculous ideas I sported in my head.
To society, don't make my name only come with death.
And finally, to what may seem the oddest person, to Severus Snape:
I wish you the happiest afterlife, and you were the greatest man I have known. The bravest, and wisest. You seemed to despise me, but now I know the truth, and I thank you for being that one constant thing in my life. Goodbye, professor. I guess I'll see you soon…
Signed,
Harry Potter
The note hit the floor, and there was a sound of cloth brushing up against stone, and wind.
In the middle of the dark, the tower was empty with silence.