This is a disclaimer! It states that I own none of these characters!
Please don't sue me! I write these for fun! OK, I'll stop using
exclamation points. This is a one-shot on one night when Harry can't
sleep. Takes place some night after Cedric dies.
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Harry walked the halls under his Invisibility cloak. Outside, he was absolutely silent. Inside, he was wracked with pain. Why? Why had he been so stupid? Why had he taken the Portkey with Cedric? Why hadn't he gone alone? If he had gone alone, Cedric wouldn't have died. He raged silently as he drifted through the halls like a ghost. Why?
Inside, he knew the answer. It was Voldemort. Voldemort was at the root of everything-but it was always him. Forever him. Why?
Harry slipped into an empty classroom and closed the door. He slid off the Cloak and instead held it under his arm. He sat against the wall. The cool stone gave him the chance to realize that tears were rolling down his face. Why? Why? Why was Cedric dead? Why were his parents dead? Why had Riddle-Voldemort-gone bad? Why? Why? WHY?
Harry sobbed silently, watching the tears fall onto his robes. The Cloak pooled beside him, a puddle of silver. He leaned his head against his knees and wept for all that had happened, all that had gone wrong. He was alone. Always alone. It was a cycle. First there were others, but they dropped away always, one by one, until he stood alone.
Alone.
Forever alone.
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There it is! You likey? You no likey? Review anyway! Yes, I know Harry has friends, but this is a night when he's reeeeaaaallly depressed. He needs to cry himself out! Poor Harry. (In the books, not the movies!) He needs a hug! Review anyway! Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses
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Harry walked the halls under his Invisibility cloak. Outside, he was absolutely silent. Inside, he was wracked with pain. Why? Why had he been so stupid? Why had he taken the Portkey with Cedric? Why hadn't he gone alone? If he had gone alone, Cedric wouldn't have died. He raged silently as he drifted through the halls like a ghost. Why?
Inside, he knew the answer. It was Voldemort. Voldemort was at the root of everything-but it was always him. Forever him. Why?
Harry slipped into an empty classroom and closed the door. He slid off the Cloak and instead held it under his arm. He sat against the wall. The cool stone gave him the chance to realize that tears were rolling down his face. Why? Why? Why was Cedric dead? Why were his parents dead? Why had Riddle-Voldemort-gone bad? Why? Why? WHY?
Harry sobbed silently, watching the tears fall onto his robes. The Cloak pooled beside him, a puddle of silver. He leaned his head against his knees and wept for all that had happened, all that had gone wrong. He was alone. Always alone. It was a cycle. First there were others, but they dropped away always, one by one, until he stood alone.
Alone.
Forever alone.
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There it is! You likey? You no likey? Review anyway! Yes, I know Harry has friends, but this is a night when he's reeeeaaaallly depressed. He needs to cry himself out! Poor Harry. (In the books, not the movies!) He needs a hug! Review anyway! Thankees!
~Fireblade and muses