Title: Realm of lament
Author: LemoM-X-DroP
Plot: Continuance of HBP, the story goes on. Living in the world of pain and regret. Harry is on the quest to destroy the Horcruxes. Can the ultimate joyful thought save him in the end? Main couples: HPGW, HGRW. Read and review
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To keep on pretending that you comprehend
To keep on putting up a shield
To keep on hiding
In pain
In grieve
In memories of the past
I feel like
The empty reflection
Of what people perceive in me
They say:
They know
They understand
But do they?
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Harry read the words that he had emptily jotted down on the piece of parchment before him.
He was silently shocked by his own words. They were true, yes. But to read them like this, his heart clenched.
He put away his quill and ink, into his trunk. The parchment that was still resting in his lap, he folded up and stuffed it into the photo album that he had once gotten from Hagrid. That album bared not only photos of his parents, but also his thoughts and feelings of the last past two years. He had learned by time: that it helped when he emptied his feelings down on paper, somehow the weight on his shoulders would lift.
Harry glanced around his small room that once belonged to his obese, large cousin, Dudley. It was messy and insignificant. Harry never regarded it as a shelter of comfort like a normal child. No, for Harry it was a prison. And he only remained there because he promised his mentor of trust; Dumbledore, that he would.
But when he comes of age, he would leave. That was a promise he made to himself. That very promise gave Harry hope. Hope that he would leave this hell-hole, and soon.
Very soon, in fact.
Harry looked wearily over to his alarm clock to discover that he is now 17 years old.
In his mind he chanted lazily:
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to meeeheeeeee
Happy birthday to me
Harry suppressed a laugh of pity towards himself. Was his life worth it? Worth to waste his time on memories and dreams? Eventually he would have to face Lord Voldemort: be killed, or would have to kill. Not something you would look forward to….he figured.
Harry forced these thoughts out of his mind. Instead he focused on the happy things. Leaving the Dursleys, seeing Ron and Hermione again, the wedding……Ginny………...
Ginny, the ultimate happy thought….that depressed him thoroughly.
How could he not adore her? Why did he push her away, when his heart ached every living minute for her? Love. What a cliché answer, but it was that truth. He could not see her hurt, that's why he pushed her away, for her own safety.
Harry now strained Ginny's kind face away from his eyes (regretfully). He decided to focus on something else. He got up from his desk and walked towards the closed window. He tugged it up slowly, allowing a cool breeze to meet his face.
He gazed out to the star-scattered sky. He watched the heavens for a while absentminded, until he noticed in the corner of his eye: 4 owls soaring his way. Harry quickly opened the window more broadly and stepped aside just in time for them to shoot into his room.
One was white, his very own Hedwig. The other was Errol, The Weasley's family owl and the last two Harry did not recognize. He walked over to them when a fifth owl just wheeled in and bounced its way to a stop by the rest of the owls: who clucked their beaks disapprovingly at the little thing.
Harry went automatically first to Hedwig. He untied the letter and parcel from her outstretched claw, and unrolled the message.
The messy writing was undoubtedly Hagrid's.
Dear Harry.
I was wandering how you were. Haven't been hearing much from you lately. In any case I am alright, and so is Weather wings.
Congrats on your Birthday! Hope yeh like yeh present. Nothing special though. Don't get yeh hopes up. Just a little something I made. Supposed to bring yeh luck the ruddy things.
It's been a while since Dumbledore's gone. Merlin I do miss him. Minerva has been making sure I am aloud to stay here. The ministry was all edgy and wanted me out, back where I belong: In the mountains. But she put her foot down like Dumbledore would have. And I'm staying! I guess we shouldn't worry so much about Hogwarts, Minerva can handle it.
Anyway, enjoy your summer!
Write me soon
Hagrid
P.S
Grawp is doing so good now, he can say really difficult stuff now like: "Good evening", and "pleased to meet you"!
Harry chuckled to himself, the image of Grawp shaking a small wizard's hand flashed in front of his eyes. The little wizard was scared shitless and Grawp was thoroughly enjoying himself, almost breaking the wizard's arm in his excitement.
Harry put the letter on his desk and turned to the parcel. He quickly unwrapped it to find a small pendant. The pendant was carved out of a shiny stone and it had all sorts of markings over it. Harry put his finger to the stone and traced the deep markings, he smiled inwardly. He slowly put it around his neck, where it hang next to another medallion; the false locket.
He moved on towards Errol. The scruffy owl carried a box of honey-duke's supreme coco bars and a note wishing him Happy Birthday; Love from the Weasley's.
The third owl was a copper color and clucked its beak impatiently. It held out its leg for Harry so he could take away the bird's burden. Harry did as the bird requested and found himself holding a small box from the Order. He lifted the lid and a small card fell out. Harry snatched the card and read it.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday!
This is a special little gift that Dumbledore
and the rest of the order were planning
to give to you.
It's a safety pin!
Pin it to your cloak
and you will be safe from most spells;
It will rebound them away
Greetings and love from:
Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor Moody; Etc.
Harry gazed into the box. Indeed; a little silver pin was resting in the soft padding of the box. Harry carefully fingered it out and gave a better look at the pin. It was small, silver (obviously) and it had a small, red ruby set into the top of it. Harry immediately pinned it to his robes and smiled.
The fourth owl was from Hermione. She had given him a present that she thought would be handy for the journey. It was like cage, but made from strong leather instead of metal. She wrote in her letter that he could use it to carry things on the back of his broom. Harry placed it next to his broom; for later.
The last owl was obviously from Ron, seeing it was Pig that was bouncing around energetically, waiting for Harry to remove the present from his back. Harry laughed when he read the letter that Ron had written with it.
Dear Harry,
How are you mate? Hope to be seeing you soon!
Well you gift was supposed to be special and still handy so I figured I'd actually get you a WORKING sneak-o-scope. Lupin told me where to get a quality one so me and Ginny got together and bought one for you! Excellent ey? Hope you like it!
Love from
Ron and Ginny Weasley
Harry stared at the reasonable sized, black Sneak-o-scope that glinted in the moonlight. Another present that was for the journey. A gift; preparing him for his possible death. "Geez thanks guys." Harry thought sarcastically.
Yeah okay! They were nice, pretty gifts. But some how Harry would have been just as satisfied with a watch, or a new chess set. He did not mean to sound ungrateful not at all…..it was just……hard to explain.
Harry fell down onto his bed and lazily ate one of his coco bars. Better start planning his escape from the Dursleys…..
With the thought of Harry soaring away into the night sky; he fell as sleep.