Through the Storm
Harry turned his gaze to the sky where a storm was raging above. The night was a bristling pitch black and the stars were nowhere in sight for the clouds blocked the view. Rain clashed to the ground and soaked him to the bone while the frigid gale swept past him sending chills up and down his spine. Thunder exploded high overhead and lightning flashed in the midnight sky letting him have momentary visions of his surrounding. The wind howled in his ears but he could not hear it for the only thing he heard was the endless ringing in his ears.
Unwilling tears fell from his eyes as more burning liquid replaced it. His heart tore into pieces inside him and his sobs, however loud the storm was, echoed through the night. A clash of thunder, followed by the brilliant dazzle of lightning sent stars in Harry's vision. He blinked the spots away as the wind's force grew. The boy grabbed onto the trunk of a tree nearby.
Harry turned his glare back to the man only a few feet away. The figure was tall but built with strength and his robes flew behind him. His eyes were a flaming crimson like the blaze of a fire.
"It's your turn, boy, you were my downfall, and now you're my uprise!" bellowed the man triumphantly. He raised his wand.
Harry felt his face turn warm and his veins burn with stored energy. He raised his wand and pointed it at the man, his hand shaking with retained anger. "You will never take me!" yelled back, trembling from head to toe with rage. In his eyes fire burned angrily. Never in his life had he felt such loathing to another being, never had he wished to kill someone so much as he did this man. It wasn't luck that the words, "Avada Kedavra" left his mouth before the Dark Lord. Harry pushed all his anger and his hatred into the killing curse leaving him gasping for breath.
He didn't even take care to look at the other man. He crawled behind the tree and leaned against it for support. Harry's eyes still burned with liquid but his anger was derived and gone. The curse had pulled it all from him, leaving nothing in return, but he needed nothing, not anymore.
Such hopelessness and disheartenment was new to the boy, even in his worst moments, never had he felt such desperation. His heart pounded, racing in his chest. He shut his eyes and let the tears come; he wouldn't try to stop it now.
"Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to be Harry Potter? Why me?" He pulled his knees to his chest and laid his head in his arms. Sobs racked his body but he let it out. And finally, when he was done, he looked to the sky. His breaths were short and labored, his body aching from head to toe, but he smiled softly at what he saw.
Across the lake, the sun was peeking over the horizon and was painting brilliant colors along the way. Lucid wisps of ivory curls that were the clouds dotted the azure blue of the sky and birds sang the daytime song. He sighed in content, pushing his despair away. The storm had passed and the night had gone. All that was left was a breeze, singing a victorious song as it wrapped itself around him.
Somewhere between the land of dreams and reality, Harry saw a silver – white stag galloping to him. It nuzzled the boy gently, forcing his head upwards so they could look into each other's eyes. Harry saw a smile form in the beautiful creature's eyes. And before it left him, it dropped a small velvet soft white lily onto his lap.