One Last Goodbye

by IHaveASiriusObsession

Disclaimer: Harry Potter = JKR

A/N: I know I should be concentrating on my chapter stories, but inspiration doesn't always strike at the most convenient times. This is supposed to take place at the end of Harry's sixth year, sometime after Dumbledore's funeral.


It was hard to think of letting go. But, then again, it was harder itself to actually do it. And as Harry Potter sat on the bed that had been his for the past six years, he looked around his dormitory, wanting to remember every single little detail.

There was so much he had not cared to notice before. Of course he had never taken advantage of his time at Hogwarts, but he had never really appreciated it as much as he did now that he was about to leave.

He would miss the bed-curtains, their bright and cheery red color that had comforted him and allowed him to shut the world out for at least one peaceful moment. His bed, where he would curl under the blankets and feel, for once, safe. The window that he would gaze out for hours, entranced by the simplicity a night sky could bring. He would miss everything.

The days, weeks, and months that lie ahead were are uncharted and unknown. And although this thought should frighten him, he could feel nothing but loss for leaving the first place he had ever known as home.