'Why?' A boy thought as he continued to scrub the brown and red stain on
his wooden floor in his small room. 'That's never going to come out.' He
thought distractedly. 'If I could only write to Remus Lupin or the Weaselys
or, or to anyone!'
But thinking of Remus Lupin meant thinking of his godfather, Sirius Black.
And again the question 'Why?' came. 'Why did you have to go and fight?', 'Why did you have to fall?', and the most dangerous question, 'Why did you have to leave me?'.
So much lost that night.
His godfather,
His future,
And,
His innocence.
He had cast an unforgivable, he had been possessed by Voldemort, and he had found out the reason that Voldemort had attacked the Potters fifteen years ago.
He had found out that it was up to him to once again fight and defeat Voldemort, but he also had to turn into a murderer to do so.
And after that, the Ministry of Magic would most likely order his imprisonment or his death.
Harry bore too many similarities to Voldemort for them not to.
Orphaned,
Great Powers,
Parsaltongue,
Saved by their mothers,
Their wand cores coming from the same Phoenix.
Most people would believe that the Ministry of Magic would be grateful or would simple watch Harry for signs of going Dark and Evil.
But he had lost that last bit of childhood innocence.
He knew that if they could allow an innocent man to go to Hell on Earth without a trial of any kind, they would get rid of him after the war, no questions asked.
He knew that he would die young and most likely alone.
He might never graduate,
Might never get a job,
Might never be free of summer at the Durselys,
Might never fall in love,
Might never have children,
Might not live to his middle years of his life,
Might never see his children go to Hogwarts, graduate, get jobs, fall in love and have children of their own,
Might never have grandchildren to spoil rotten and dote on,
Might never die of old age beside his wife, mother of his children, and surrounded by those children, grandchildren and life long friends he had made.
But, as long as his friends and true family were safe he would sacrifice anything to keep them safe and able to live well past his young death.
A blow across the back of his head interrupted his thoughts.
"Boy! What the Hell are you doing?! I told you to scrub those blood stains off the floor an hour ago! How dare you, you FREAK!!!"
'Why, Sirius?' Harry Potter, the Boy-who-Lived, thought once again as his uncle once again started to "knock the stuffing out of him".
'Why could you not have lived to give me Hope?'.
But thinking of Remus Lupin meant thinking of his godfather, Sirius Black.
And again the question 'Why?' came. 'Why did you have to go and fight?', 'Why did you have to fall?', and the most dangerous question, 'Why did you have to leave me?'.
So much lost that night.
His godfather,
His future,
And,
His innocence.
He had cast an unforgivable, he had been possessed by Voldemort, and he had found out the reason that Voldemort had attacked the Potters fifteen years ago.
He had found out that it was up to him to once again fight and defeat Voldemort, but he also had to turn into a murderer to do so.
And after that, the Ministry of Magic would most likely order his imprisonment or his death.
Harry bore too many similarities to Voldemort for them not to.
Orphaned,
Great Powers,
Parsaltongue,
Saved by their mothers,
Their wand cores coming from the same Phoenix.
Most people would believe that the Ministry of Magic would be grateful or would simple watch Harry for signs of going Dark and Evil.
But he had lost that last bit of childhood innocence.
He knew that if they could allow an innocent man to go to Hell on Earth without a trial of any kind, they would get rid of him after the war, no questions asked.
He knew that he would die young and most likely alone.
He might never graduate,
Might never get a job,
Might never be free of summer at the Durselys,
Might never fall in love,
Might never have children,
Might not live to his middle years of his life,
Might never see his children go to Hogwarts, graduate, get jobs, fall in love and have children of their own,
Might never have grandchildren to spoil rotten and dote on,
Might never die of old age beside his wife, mother of his children, and surrounded by those children, grandchildren and life long friends he had made.
But, as long as his friends and true family were safe he would sacrifice anything to keep them safe and able to live well past his young death.
A blow across the back of his head interrupted his thoughts.
"Boy! What the Hell are you doing?! I told you to scrub those blood stains off the floor an hour ago! How dare you, you FREAK!!!"
'Why, Sirius?' Harry Potter, the Boy-who-Lived, thought once again as his uncle once again started to "knock the stuffing out of him".
'Why could you not have lived to give me Hope?'.