A court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today
Just my own sin
Harry Potter woke up to the rainy night. Again. He had been having a nightmare. He had been recalling the day Cedric day… He hadn't been "normal" since than.
The walls are cold and pale
The cage made of steel
Memories of that day seemed like a prison. A prison from everything he enjoyed in life… Everything that could make him joyful. It was all gone.
Screams fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
He could still remember the day Cedric had died. People had screamed… he had kneeled alone… kneeling for forgiveness.
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Now everything was silent. So silent from the day it had all happened. The only thing he could hear was his breathing. His slow breathing- he was so scared in memory.
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
It seemed like their was evil everywhere… Everywhere he looked, everywhere he turned their was evil. But he was not to show them he felt them.
Shackled by my sentence
Expecting no return
Harry didn't ever except to be joyous again. Not after everything that had happened… His life was like rain, so full of clouds.
Here there is no penance
My skin begins to burn
He could never forgive himself for what he had done, even though he didn't completely cause it. He could feel himself burning inside from guilt.
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
He held his head up high. He couldn't show them all the hate that he had… The hate towards Voldemort and his minions. It only made they full of joy… Joy that he would never have.
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
They had all ready captured him, not in life, but in emotions. I should just give up, Harry thought, They've all ready got me. I'll never again see the sun.
We the meek are all in one
They had captured all of the meek ones… The one who use to be meek.
I hear a thunder in the distance
See a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given
On that sad day of loss
The weather was thundering know. He closed his eyes, remembering the day that Cedric died… He'd do anything to erase his memory, even sacrifice himself.
A lion roars in the darkness
Only he holds the key
His pride was no more. If he had it back… He may experience joy again. Maybe. Only maybe.
A light to free me from my burden
And grant me life eternally
If he had his pride back… he may have some of his self-convince back. Then he would be able to live forever… No scientifically, but emotionally, spiritually.
Should have been dead
On a Sunday morning
He should have been killed in place of Cedric… Why couldn't he have died? He would have preferred it, by far. He wouldn't have to suffer.
Banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain't got no time
Everyday passed by, him desperately trying to keep his mind off Cedric. He didn't want to turn truly insane. But it was so difficult.
So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
He couldn't let them- both the evil that he sensed, and Voldemort and his minions- know that he hated him. His guilt. His sadness. It would only fuel them.
We're all held captive
Out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
Harry was a captive. Emotionally. Spiritually. The sun was no more. It would never shine again.
We the meek are all in one
The meek.. Voldemort and his minions had captured all the meek.. and not only him.
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Harry fell onto the floor and prayed to God to help him… help him escape. "Have I created my own prison?" He cries into the sky.
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison
The storm immediately stopped. A light shot threw the clouds. Harry got his answer- yes.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter the book character, the evil Voldemort and his minions belong to their creator, the great writer J.K Rowling. "My Own Prison" belongs to Creed.