I think about how messed up and perfect all of this is. -- (this is the sentence that i started with.)
Harry POV. I like to think that Harry had these thoughts sometime after the final battle. (And hopefully expressed them to Ron and Hermione.)
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Disclaimer: If I was J.K. Rowling, I would be doing something much cooler right now than posting fan fiction.
They've always stood beside me, guided me when I couldn't see through the darkness anymore, followed me when they knew I wouldn't make it there alone. They don't seem to realize how much they've done for me, like it's just life, and all of it was simpler than breathing. Like they never thought about what they were getting into.
They don't realize that they have filled out the hollow corners of my life, chipping away at my blackened insides, clutching onto my fingers when my head slips under water.
Even when I fight alone, they are with me. They are my strength, my reason. They are what makes it all worth it, that proves to me that it can be better, that there is always hope, no matter how inescapable the future seems.
For a reason that I don't think I'll ever understand, they didn't turn back. It would have been so easy. Turn around. Walk back the way you came. You can pretend you never knew me. You can pretend it doesn't matter what happens to me. You can find someone else, someone who isn't destined, who isn't cursed, who won't drag you through fear and pain and struggle.
Someone who won't need you like I do.
They had their chance. Hundreds of chances, and seven years.
They're still here.