He cared about others and never sinned. He protected others, not caring that they didn't care that he had never been loved. He never did anything wrong in his life. He only saved others, never harming a soul. Until he realized that there was no point saving a world that detested it's self.
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When life is tossed to the ground, meanlessly, what is the point of living? They kill and slaughter believing they are the best, and who knows maybe they are. But he wasn't going to stand for it; he wasn't going to fight for a community that didn't care anymore. He didn't want to deal with the prejudice thoughts of the world. Wizarding and muggle alike. So he gave up. Knowingly destroying any chance the world had of redemption. He smiled when they threw him in jail, when his friends spat in his cell. He didn't feel like saving them anymore. But he never gave up on living. Your mind is a beautiful thing, and Harry used his for another world; a world in which people cared, not for power or themselves, but for others.
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In Harry's mind he was loved, surrounded by his mother and father, Sirius, Remus, and other friends his mind had created for him.
For once in his life Harry was happy, and now, that's all he really cared about.
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It's short and probably odd. But sometimes, I don't know why Harry kept on fighting. In my short story, he just gives up, because sometimes, things aren't worth fighting for.
-Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. ~Author Unknown