A Deathly Alternative
By Happy4u2
This is just the opening. I've finally accepted book six for what it is. Anyone that wants to continue my other story -Harry Potter and the Sixth Book Undone- may do so, I have no further use for it. Review and enjoy.
Chapter One – opening
As the opaque mist cleared on a deserted street, a young man sat alone. Alone and seemingly in a somewhat uncomfortable position. He paid no mind to his position, for his thoughts were uneasy. His hair matted, bags under eyes from lack of sleep.
Harry Potter had neither slept nor ate in five days. Time had no meaning to the despondent youth. He rubbed at his eyes repeatedly. Trying to wake himself from the nightmare, the nightmare called his life. He knew he had a purpose in life; but did he really want it? Did he feel that it was his responsibility, and his alone to rid the world of Voldermort?
I can't live like this. I can't live with this kind of fear. I'll stick my head in a gas oven if this goes on any longer. It's not just the fear of him-that man- that thing, or whatever he is. It's the way a person's mind feels, the way it screams when it feels everything it ever believed in slipping away so easily. It has to end soon. It must.
Harry sighed deeply as he stood from his bed. He walked shakily to his small writing desk and sat down to reread letters from his friends.
Harry,
How are you? Things are manic here. Everyone is getting ready for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Dad is bringing me to your home next Tuesday at noon. Mum said to remind you to bring your dress robes along for the wedding . See you then.
-Ron
Harry closed the letter. Ron's letters were almost always this short. He picked up Hermione's letter. It had only one sentence.
I'm sorry and I'll be arriving soon.
The letters had arrived early this morning, so Harry knew Ron wouldn't be there until next week, but had no clue as to when Hermione would arrive or the reason for her to be sorry. He sat the letters back on top of his desk and made his way back to the window only to see someone apparate in the street across from number three Privet Drive. He didn't know if it was just wishful thinking on his part or if he was really seeing Hermione Granger running through the early morning mist.