a/n I came up with this at 1am and just typed it up thinking it would be totally stupid but it turned out fairly good. I'd like some feed back to see if any one enjoyed this or not so please review.
Between Breaths
It was peaceful.
Calm.
Quiet.
Painless.
There where no relatives to belittle him and use him for slave labor.
'Boy! Here's your chores, they better be finished when I get back or else!'
'Shut that bloody pigeon up before I wring its neck!'
'Aww, is the little pansy crying for his Cedric?'
No accusing stares.
'Why didn't you save him Harry?'
'How could you be so foolish Harry?'
'Why wasn't it you that died Harry?'
No nagging friends
'What's wrong Harry?'
'Why aren't you eating Harry?'
'Is it your scar again Harry?'
No death threats from an insane melodramatic
'Are you enjoying this potter?'
'Crousio! That ones for you potter.'
'Where's there savior now?'
No snide comments from annoying blonde Slytherins and their head of house.
'Hey pothead how's the dog father? Enjoying his little trip? Or should I say fall'
'A zero again potter, pity.'
'Just like your idiot father potter, thinking you own the school.'
No manipulative headmasters with an annoying eye twinkle that wont shut off.
'How are you my boy? Any visions?'
'Its professor Snape Harry.'
'I'm afraid I can't tell you that my boy.'
Just the calm, quiet, painless peace…
…and then he breathed.
Steelfether11: soooooo…. Whatca think? Is it even flame worthy? I'm trying (key word trying) to convey how I think Harry feels in the start of the sixth book. I'd like some feed back so I know if I should publish any more poety type stuff, I'm kinda guessing not at the moment 'cause my other one about war got me no feedback at all. Not even a single flame sobsintopillow. Ta,ta now.