The clouds outside were dark and gray. It had just finished raining and it
was drizzling at the moment. No one else was outside, so it was quiet and
peaceful. Harry was amazed at how often the weather fitted his mood.
He had lost everything. His mum, his dad, his godfather. His two best friends were on a mission for the Order that was very dangerous. So dangerous in fact, that the possibility of them coming back were slim to none. Harry wouldn't be surprised if they were already dead.
Voldemort was at large again after he killed Dumbledore. Everyone wanted Harry to defeat the Dark Lord again, but there was no chance that would happen.
Everyone got the story wrong, and Harry hated it. He didn't defeat Lord Voldemort when he was a baby. His mother protected him and the curse just deflected off of him, onto Voldemort.
No matter. Soon, nothing would matter. The rain picked up again, this time with wind. Harry's hair was going crazy, blowing in the wind. Some, if they saw Harry at that moment, would say that he looked just like his father did, when he won the infamous Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Harry hated how everyone said that he looked just like his father. Harry knew now that his father was no better than Malfoy.
Harry looked at the sky. There was a patch of sky where the clouds weren't covering. There, Harry saw the constellation. He knew it wasn't coincidence, because nothing ever was. The constellation was Sirius. He had learned about the stars in his Astronomy class at Hogwarts.
Harry reminisced on Hogwarts. It was no longer standing. Voldemort knew his weakest point was going to be at Hogwarts, so he let all of his death eaters invade and destroy it.
Ginny was in her seventh year when she was killed. They say that she was in the common room playing chess with Colin Creevey, her boyfriend. They said that it was a quick death, a quick curse, which Lucius Malfoy himself put on the innocent girl.
Harry heard thunder. At one point in his life, he would have been afraid at the horrid weather, but now, nothing mattered.
"At least," Harry said to himself, "Ron and Hermione will die together. They were always meant for each other."
It was true. In their seventh year they got together, and the day after they graduated Ron proposed. Hermione graciously accepted and they were to be wed after they got back from their mission.
All three joined the Order. Others warned them that the Order was just a death trap, but they didn't listen. It was true though. No one in the Order lasted a year. Lupin died while fighting with Dumbledore and Tonks. Peter Pettigrew killed him. The same witch who killed Sirius killed Tonks.
Harry walked on. He was soaking wet, but nothing mattered anymore. He would be with his loved ones soon.
Harry arrived at his destination. He took out his wand and laid his broom on the ground beside him.
He pointed his wand at himself and said two words. Avada Kedavra.
Harry saw a flash of green light and his body fell to the ground. He was perfectly parallel with a headstone. Sirius' headstone.
Finally, Harry James Potter was at peace.
He had lost everything. His mum, his dad, his godfather. His two best friends were on a mission for the Order that was very dangerous. So dangerous in fact, that the possibility of them coming back were slim to none. Harry wouldn't be surprised if they were already dead.
Voldemort was at large again after he killed Dumbledore. Everyone wanted Harry to defeat the Dark Lord again, but there was no chance that would happen.
Everyone got the story wrong, and Harry hated it. He didn't defeat Lord Voldemort when he was a baby. His mother protected him and the curse just deflected off of him, onto Voldemort.
No matter. Soon, nothing would matter. The rain picked up again, this time with wind. Harry's hair was going crazy, blowing in the wind. Some, if they saw Harry at that moment, would say that he looked just like his father did, when he won the infamous Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Harry hated how everyone said that he looked just like his father. Harry knew now that his father was no better than Malfoy.
Harry looked at the sky. There was a patch of sky where the clouds weren't covering. There, Harry saw the constellation. He knew it wasn't coincidence, because nothing ever was. The constellation was Sirius. He had learned about the stars in his Astronomy class at Hogwarts.
Harry reminisced on Hogwarts. It was no longer standing. Voldemort knew his weakest point was going to be at Hogwarts, so he let all of his death eaters invade and destroy it.
Ginny was in her seventh year when she was killed. They say that she was in the common room playing chess with Colin Creevey, her boyfriend. They said that it was a quick death, a quick curse, which Lucius Malfoy himself put on the innocent girl.
Harry heard thunder. At one point in his life, he would have been afraid at the horrid weather, but now, nothing mattered.
"At least," Harry said to himself, "Ron and Hermione will die together. They were always meant for each other."
It was true. In their seventh year they got together, and the day after they graduated Ron proposed. Hermione graciously accepted and they were to be wed after they got back from their mission.
All three joined the Order. Others warned them that the Order was just a death trap, but they didn't listen. It was true though. No one in the Order lasted a year. Lupin died while fighting with Dumbledore and Tonks. Peter Pettigrew killed him. The same witch who killed Sirius killed Tonks.
Harry walked on. He was soaking wet, but nothing mattered anymore. He would be with his loved ones soon.
Harry arrived at his destination. He took out his wand and laid his broom on the ground beside him.
He pointed his wand at himself and said two words. Avada Kedavra.
Harry saw a flash of green light and his body fell to the ground. He was perfectly parallel with a headstone. Sirius' headstone.
Finally, Harry James Potter was at peace.