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The Road to Recovery
Harry Potter was pacing his bedroom at number four Privet Drive. His mind raced with guilt, pain and regret as he thought over Thursday of last week. Dead. The word radiated around Harry's mind, regrets becoming apparent with each repetition. It's my fault. The burden of self-blame lingered in The Boy Who Lived's mind. Harry scoffed at the nickname the press had given him. How can they call me the Boy who lived when all I do is cause pain suffering and ultimately, DEATH. The word stood out in his mind. Flashing in red in the forefront of his mind he thought over the death he had witnessed and the death he felt he had caused. It's not just Sirius. Mum, Dad, Cedric, Sirius. All because of him. I can't face Remus ever again. I've effectively killed his three best friends. His two brothers.
The night at the ministry played back in his mind. Duelling Bellatrix, Sirius falling, Remus holding him back. Then the loneliness, the fear of always being alone, never having a parent to go to when you want advice or never to be judged. All this followed by the anger starting in the pit of his stomach, then taking over his whole being, and the need for revenge to wipe the maniacal smile of that murderer's face, even if it means you possibly suffering the same fate. Even the tantrum afterwards in Dumbledore's office. How can I live without him. Sirius gave me hope for a better life, with him. No Dursley's, no Voldemort. Just me and him, facing life together.
The words his Godfather spoke to him after their first encounter suddenly creeped into his mind: "You are never alone. You'll always find us in here." He raised his hand to the left side of his chest. That was all it took to set him on the road to recovery…
A/N- I know the quote is from the film and not the book, but it worked with what I wanted to do so sorry if you only follow books and don't like the films so much.
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