Disclaimer: #1, I am not British, #2, I am not blond #3, I am not (sadly) jkr.
The Letter
GirlxWhoxLived
He had to do it, he had to do it, and he didn't want to do it. Harry James Potter stood, alone, in his room (the twins old room) at the burrow. He had written letters, just 4 letters, all in one envelope, but he was having so much difficulty. Difficulty, just leaving them, he had to do it, he had to do it. These letters were meant to explain everything to them, but Harry couldn't lie to himself: he knew, life would only get more difficult for them.
He couldn't do it, he must do it, and he must. He put the envelope on the pillow of George's bed, and walked over to the window, whispering to himself, "I have to do it, they will forgive me, one day." With that, he walked over to the window, opened it, took one last look, and jumped out. Where he was going, not even he knew. But it was all for the best, even he knew.
Harry
"Harry, dinner!!!" yelled Ms. Weasley, hoping to get the depressed boy down there. It had been about 3 weeks since Harry had witnessed Albus Dumbledore death, and she was worried sick for him. Molly Weasley was in the kitchen, with her children Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, and her son Ron's friend, Hermione. Hermione had been staying there for 2 weeks, where as Harry had been there for only one week.
"Harry, please come down, we have just finished setting up for dinner!!" she yelled up to him, once again.
"Ron, Hermione, could you please go and see if you cant get that boy down here for some supper?"
"Sure Ms. Weasley." Hermione replied, and dragged a reluctant Ron up to Harry's room.
"Hermione, it only takes one person to get him down here, the food smells o good!!" whined Ron, but Hermione ignored him.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned through the door, giving light knocks.
"Harry, can Ron and I come in?"
She took his silence for a "yes", and walked right in. But, whatever she though she would see, it wasn't this. The room was completely devoid of people, let a lone Harry. As the two friends walked in, they realized the room looked exactly as it had one week ago, before Harry had moved in, except for an envelope on the left bed. It was leaning on the pillow. Upon picking it up, Hermione realized it was addressed to "Those Few I let become deer." in a handwriting that could only be Harry's.
"Look at this." Hermione instructed Ron, and he obeyed. She opened the envelope, and found separate letters, one for certain people. There was one for Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Mr. & Ms.Wesley, and Remus Lupin. Hermione, being the brightest witch of her age, know exactly what this meant, before even un-folding her letter. She did the only thing she could think to do; she screamed.
Harry
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was walking away from the burrow, and into the sunset. He was trying with all his might, but found it significantly difficult not to look back. He found it hard not to turn, and run back. Especially when he heard a scream from the direction of the burrow, followed by the sound of smashing china, from the same direction. Harry Potter, though special he was, all he wanted was to be normal, all he wanted, was to be back at the burrow, and not out in the world, all alone, fulfilling his "destiny".
Harry
Authors Note: Hey!! I hope you enjoyed that first chapter. I will only be adding a second chapter if I get a couple positive reviews, otherwise, I will just think that people didn't like my first Fan fiction, and try writing a different story. Even if you didn't like the story, leave a review, just don't completely burn it. Thanks,
GirlexWhoxLived