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Just Savin' the World
A fanfiction by TheAngstDribblers
It was strange, really, how the world can change after an hour-long conversation with the person you admire. Though, "crash and burn" would be better words to describe the change.
Now, Harry had to kill Voldemort, save himself and Malfoy and Snape, and at the same time save the world from crumbling and pushing its own "self-destruct" button. So why don't we initiate step one by starting a revolution right here, right now? It's easier than what he was supposed to do anyway. Saving the world is just sooo hard.
But then, there's always an easier way out, isn't there? The easiest thing to do now would be to push that goddamn button for the world and save it the trouble. Yeah, right.
Maybe, just maybe, the world doesn't need saving. Maybe the one that needs saving is Harry himself. He was the "Chosen One" after all. The fact that the Powers Above were a little vague on the details proves that he wasn't chosen to save the world. After all, wouldn't they be more precise about world-saving prophecies?
"Let go, Harry, let go." An urgent whisper from his side brought him out of his musings.
"What?"
"Snape's coming! I suggest you let go of that book right now!" It was Hermione, and she was eyeing the Half-blood prince's potion book.
Catching her drift, Harry quickly dropped it into his bag, and hurried away from Snape into the dungeons for potions.
Anyway, back to hurting. Harry was hurting, a lot. And it wasn't the type of hurt you get when you fall off your bicycle. It was the kind of hurt that a moth gets when it goes too close to the flame – that all-consuming, burning sort of pain. And that really, really hurt.
Harry didn't want to save the world. He just wanted to be normal, someone that blended in with the crowd. He didn't want to be a hero, just a normal boy with a family to laugh with. He hated how people made so many demands of him, how everyone looked up to him, how they cling on to him like a lifeline.
Then it hit him. Maybe, he could save the world. Maybe, the only way to save the world is to make the people lose their current stupid purposes and focus on something more constructive, like saving the environment. If everyone lost their purpose, Voldemort would not be on his current rampage to kill Harry, Malfoy would not have an arch-nemesis to best, and Ron would not have to constantly compare himself with Harry.
"Let go, Harry, let go." Hermione's words from earlier came back to haunt him, and it replayed over and over again in his head like a broken tape recorder, which she sometimes sounded like in reality.
And Hermione was always right, wasn't she? Even though he doubted her countless times, she always ended up right, didn't she?
Staring at the silver dagger that lay innocently beside his hand, he went through the benefits the world would have if he just let them lose their purpose. Yes, Hermione is right; she always is.
Picking up the silver dagger, he plunged it straight into his heart, where it hurt the most. It was for the best. This way, he'll stop hurting, and the world will be right once more.
After all, he was just savin' the world.
-Fin---
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