Harry stared into the flames. There was fire in his eyes, and he was
all alone. He was always alone.
*No one knows me* he thought bitterly. *Not me. All anyone looks at is the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Not the baby boy who killed his mum. Not the one who killed his Godfather, the only person who came close to knowing the real me. Ron... Hermione.. Ginny.....Neville... poor guy never had a chance... I killed them. Voldemort attacked them because of ME. Because I was their friend. Because I cared for them, loved them...*
He broke down. It had been so long since he'd cried. His whole body was racked with silent sobs. * They're gone. They're gone and they're never coming back. They left me..* "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!!!!! Why did you have to go? Why?! TELL ME, DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!"
"But we didn't leave you." Harry stared, shocked, into the flames. There were the faces of his closest friends, Ron and Hermione, and his love, Ginny. "We love you, Harry, and when you love someone, there is a bond. A bond nothing can break, even death itself. We will always love you, and we will always be with you. Don't cry, my love. We will be together again, someday. Until then, go out into the world. Fall in love again, get married, have children, but most of all, be happy again. I hate to see you so unhappy, Harry."
"What happened to my best friend, Harry?" said Ron. "What happened to the guy who was strong even when all looked lost; the best friend who was always there for me, who always found a way? Harry, be strong. We're gone, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Voldemort's gone, Harry. You don't have a shadow over your life anymore. You didn't kill us. We died to save all of us. It was our choice, Harry. Even Neville was brave in the end. He died to save my sister, and I will always feel grateful to him for that. Live, Harry. We'll see each other again."
"What are you thinking, Harry?" said Hermione. "We love you so much, and we would never leave you. Whenever you feel lost, look inside yourself, and you will see us smiling at you, with words of comfort and guidance on our lips. Be strong. Live." Harry smiled and nodded. He was a changed man. He looked at the knife in his hands with disgust. *I'll never try that again.* he vowed. Then he threw the knife into the fire, stood up, and walked out of depression he'd been living in, never to visit again. Above him there was a light, and three smiles looked down upon him, never to be lost again.
AN: This is my first attempt at an HP fic. I'm considering a sequel. Let me know what you think.
*No one knows me* he thought bitterly. *Not me. All anyone looks at is the famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. Not the baby boy who killed his mum. Not the one who killed his Godfather, the only person who came close to knowing the real me. Ron... Hermione.. Ginny.....Neville... poor guy never had a chance... I killed them. Voldemort attacked them because of ME. Because I was their friend. Because I cared for them, loved them...*
He broke down. It had been so long since he'd cried. His whole body was racked with silent sobs. * They're gone. They're gone and they're never coming back. They left me..* "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!!!!! Why did you have to go? Why?! TELL ME, DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!"
"But we didn't leave you." Harry stared, shocked, into the flames. There were the faces of his closest friends, Ron and Hermione, and his love, Ginny. "We love you, Harry, and when you love someone, there is a bond. A bond nothing can break, even death itself. We will always love you, and we will always be with you. Don't cry, my love. We will be together again, someday. Until then, go out into the world. Fall in love again, get married, have children, but most of all, be happy again. I hate to see you so unhappy, Harry."
"What happened to my best friend, Harry?" said Ron. "What happened to the guy who was strong even when all looked lost; the best friend who was always there for me, who always found a way? Harry, be strong. We're gone, and there's nothing you can do to change that. Voldemort's gone, Harry. You don't have a shadow over your life anymore. You didn't kill us. We died to save all of us. It was our choice, Harry. Even Neville was brave in the end. He died to save my sister, and I will always feel grateful to him for that. Live, Harry. We'll see each other again."
"What are you thinking, Harry?" said Hermione. "We love you so much, and we would never leave you. Whenever you feel lost, look inside yourself, and you will see us smiling at you, with words of comfort and guidance on our lips. Be strong. Live." Harry smiled and nodded. He was a changed man. He looked at the knife in his hands with disgust. *I'll never try that again.* he vowed. Then he threw the knife into the fire, stood up, and walked out of depression he'd been living in, never to visit again. Above him there was a light, and three smiles looked down upon him, never to be lost again.
AN: This is my first attempt at an HP fic. I'm considering a sequel. Let me know what you think.