Harry Potter, The Chosen One, The Boy-Who-Lived and who knows how many more titles, was grinning at the remembrance of his friends' visit. They had left minutes ago, ignoring the lateness.
People all over the world were celebrating he downfall of Voldemort, one of the most Darkest Wizards in history.
Harry loved the feeling of freedom. He didn't have to worry or care anymore.
Suddenly a piece of parchment caught his sight. He walked over to it. It seemed to be a long poem.
You run around, with your friends,
one winter day.
You have a lot to say,
but you never see Him listening.
He is a shadow, hidden so far away. Yet He's there together with you. He's there, always. While others are shivering from the winter cold, you are kept warm by a Charm, bold.
Never once do you look His way,
never to thank Him,
never again...
As a training goes by and the war bells ring, you know what when bells bring, you know that a war is beginning. Through the war you do survive, but not by skill, but by luck...you stay alive...
Every time you fell on your knees, He was the one to help, why don't you see?
Do you not care for the price He payed for each and every small mischief you played?
Did you ever just look behind His mask, that he took down for you to complete His task?
Yet the bells rang again, this time signalling the end. As the last of the enemie's soldier fell, He closed his eyes...
He had nothing more to tell...
Again,
you were free.
Considered a hero,
a veteran of war.
But somewhere not far,
a polished stone stood on the earth's surface.
One of the names struck you familiar,
but as your friends called, you forgot.
Yet running around with your friends you suddenly thought
"Why is the warm summer so cold?"
Harry's blood ran cold. His eyes travelled to an innocent flask standing on his shelf. It was full of memories of his mother...and her best friend.
Harry walked over to the shelf and took the flask into his hands, all traces of laughter gone...
People were celebrating, each happy over those who survived, except for one, who came out of a repaired house in Godric's Hollow. That one's face was covered with a hood and he was headed towards the cemetry, where the One's unknown guardian lay.
Stopping at the grave, the figure fell onto his knees. Before the grave of his savior, his mother and father.