Harry Potter couldn't take it any more. he couldn't stand the constant dying of the ones he loved. he couldn't understand why everyone one he met ended up dead days later. he knew the reason, he just didn't want to beleive it. he wasn't safe anymore. not with Voldermort back. then again he was never safe, always hinden, always having to be careful. but now he couldn't even talk to a person without ending their lives. they. the people might have thought him their savior, but inside Harry Potter knew the truth he was no savior, he was a frighted teenage boy with countless murderes on his tail. he couldn't take it anymore.
And so he left, to die. He couldn't remember the reason he fought. ther was too many deaths, he couldn't think straight anymore. The world was already fucked, what did it mater that more people died? They were going to die anyways did it mater now or in 20 years.
He gave himself over to the enemy because he lost hope. And without hope there is not faith and without faith, no why. Then there is no how without the why. Without how then there is no hope. And so he broke, he left to die at the mercy of that which he had once faugh when he had hope, friends, a family, joy.
It is not a victory he was handing his enemy but simplya loss given to his own side. It is said that every cloud has a silver lining, that everything must first get bad then better. But what if there was no silver lining, what if it did not get any better. Because nothing would again be right now that the boy-who-lived, lived no more.
The boy-who-lived sacrificed himself for peace, not the kind that ends a war the kind that ends the suffering of the mind body and soul, the selfish peace, given only to the dead and the dying.
It all ended with a word, not a curse or a spell. But a simple word spoken when it shouldn't have, the word that killed so many whenthe air was meant to be silent. And accompanied by that one word was one action: solitude. Becausein the end it is simplicity that ends us all as well as Mr. Potter. It is the simplicity of life that we can no longer bear that ends. It is the simplicity of life and death, and that is why we are doomed, as it isbecauseof simplicity that made Harry Potter want to die. Wanted to leave and stay in the realm of the dark God.
And while they wept and wept and longed for their savior, He found his lost peace, silence for the first time since having been marked the equal to someone he was not.
It was the simplicity of the action that killed him. It was too easy to die, to hand himself over rather then fight and suffer and go on. Was it right that he suffered well none others did? Was it right that he was the one fighting when he wanted curl up in a ball and fade. No it wasn't right, it wasn't fair. But the world isn't fair the only fairness that comes, comes in death. And he found that, he found that in death he had peace, no longer in solitude, he had simplicity.
He had the simplicity of death.
AN: hey! I hope you liked it, it's short but I couldn't think of any more angst to out in it. I liked it, and I would like to know what you think. Please review. Tell me what you thought.
Disclaimer: not mine all JKR.