The Lowest of Lows
Harry Potter Oneshot
Harry sat in his flat, nursing a bottle of fire whiskey. It had been nearly three years since his godfather, Sirius Black, had been pushed into the veil by that vile cousin of his, Bellatrix Lestrange. After he, Hermione and Ron has found all of the Horcruxes and battled the Dark Lord, Harry bought his own place and planned to spend the remainder of his days there.
Taking another shot of his fire whiskey, Harry stared at the one of the few pictures he had of all of the Marauders together. Back then, it was so simple. The biggest worry on their minds was either a test or what prank they were going to pull next. Shaking his head, he wondered how things suddenly became so complicated for the carefree group. He wondered how his parents got caught up in the war and had to go into hiding. He wondered why they had chosen Peter as their secret keeper instead of Sirius. He wondered how Peter could have betrayed his parents like that. He wondered why Sirius had been framed for their death. He also wondered what part Remus had played in all of this.
Feeling his eyes begin to water, Harry ran his fingers over James, Lily, Remus and Sirius' face. Cursing himself for being so weak, he tried his best to wipe up the tears that were falling freely down his face now. If only he wasn't such a baby, then he wouldn't have needed Sirius to protect him. He was so pathetic that he couldn't even use the Cruciatus curse on Bellatrix even after she had killed Sirius. He was supposed to be this amazingly powerful wizard, but in truth, all he was was a coward. And that's all he'll ever be. A coward. A lowly, no good coward.
Sighing, he downed another shot and wondered if he was ever going to do something that would make Sirius, James and Lily proud.
A/N: I know that some things are slightly off, but I hope that you enjoyed it. I typed it up on my new laptop that I just got today :D