AN: I have another one-shot for all you readers! If you squint your eyes really tight you can almost see that Harry is the Master of Death!

Warnings: AUish and OOC, Angsty, Mute Harry.

Fluffy the Bunny: Bookwormweridy101 does not own Harry Potter or its characters, J.K. Rowling does! Bookwormweridy101 does own the plot and her imagination though!

Bookwormweridy101: Please Enjoy! And we can all thank Khaled Hosseini for this quote or else this one-shot would not be here today!

edited my mistakes my dear father pointed out to me, but don't be afraid to tell if you see any I didn't catch this time through! :3

This was his Truth

"But better to be hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie."

― Khaled Hosseini

Harry sighed as he looked out the window in his apartment in Muggle London. The sun was setting over the horizon; the beauty of the scene was lost though when Harry looked away from the window and moved to the kitchen, which was attached to his tiny living room. The sky blue colored kitchen was modern and looked as if Harry didn't even live there.

Harry's emerald green eyes roamed over his kitchen; sighing again Harry grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets in the room and got a drink of water. Taking a sip of the water, Harry leaned his backside on the counter-top by the sink.

The quietness of the peaceful apartment was broken by the phone going off. Harry's eyes flickered to the phone, but made no move to stop its loud noise. The voicemail went off, Harry listened as Hermione tried and coax him into going to her house for supper. Of course this didn't work as Harry was in his time of isolation that he put upon himself.

He didn't really know why he was ignoring them so bluntly, but Harry didn't mind when they left him alone. Though this seemed to be becoming no existent from what Harry could tell with how many phone calls and letters he got from them in one week not counting during the almosted seemed as if they were stalking him, but at a more refined level than spying on him.

Finishing his glass of water, Harry put the cup in the sink and went to the phone in the living room. Deleting Hermione's message, Harry sat down on his grey colored couch and grabbed a book on his glass coffee table. Flipping it open to the marked page, Harry read until there was no more light coming from the large windows.

Harry cooked dinner and ate in silence. Harry's thoughts roamed everywhere from his friends to what he was going to do tomorrow. After Harry was done eating he did the dishes, cleaned the table top, did the laundry, and put the book he was reading back on the bookshelf in the living room.

Soon after he was done Harry opened his bedroom door, Harry's eyes flickered from the calming green grass colored walls to his brown comforter on the turned the light on and the room was illuminated with light. After changing into his night clothes Harry tucked himself into bed and silently went to bed.

And without saying one word that whole day, week, month, or year, Harry lived his life as if he had already died and was just waiting for Death to take him.

This was Harry's Truth in all the Lies in his life, it is better to be alone and without anyone than to be with someone and them to leave you.

~The End~

AN: I hope it wasn't too depressing to read! I also know it confusing cause I didn't get it when I went back to revise and check it for grammar errors!

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