Just something I thought of when I was on a walk with my dog Beauty, yesterday at night.

Please enjoy and tell what you think. Anything I should change?


Harry stared at the mirror before him. The emerald eyes boring into his reflection. Ow could it be that the figure before him was so familiar and yet so strange?

Hie eyes traced every curve of his face. The pale forehead, pinkish cheeks, the long eyelashes.

He zipped up his dark blue jacket and headed out. Thankfully, after the Order's threat the Dursleys left him alone more or less.

Harry breathed in a lungful of air. The sky was darkening and yet not too dark. The sun was only setting, leaving beautiful colours traced in the sky. Harry was aware that someone was hidden in the shadows.

Harry gave a gentle snort.

He loved the shadows and the shadows liked him. He saw the pale, yet towering figure with black robes and black hair, but made no sign of recognition. He just simply continued to walk.

As he walked onto the main road, he saw a line, marked for the cyclists.

Then and there, Harry gave himself a promise to try something new. He placed his hands in the pockets of the jacket. He promised not to take them out of there, until the walk around the blocks was finished. He promised to try not to look back once.

Raising his chin a bit, Harry took a deep breath and crossed the line. He was aware that the black figure, stayed. It didn't follow him.

For that he was grateful.

He walked lightly and prided himself for keeping so very silent. His feet didn't make a single sound. And yet there were small stones that scraped when he stepped on them. The sound was torture to his own ears.

He vowed to keep more careful.

His gaze travelled upwards. It was too light for any of the stars to appear. He saw many streetlights shine the beautiful glow onto the pavement.

His eyes travelled to a lamppost.

It's lights had disappeared. It stood amongst the others. It was different, but not immediately noticeable. None seemed to notice that his lights had gone out as well.

He felt the need to scratch his forehead, but he ignored it.

The wind was barely there, but warm and comfortable.

He saw the ruins of an old house he passed. Once it was a respected building. He imagined it was the Tower of London. Or the Eiffel Tower or anything. Anything.

So that it'd just not be Privet Drive.

Then the need to scratch his ear appeared. But he didn't scratch it. The feeling had disappeared from his forehead, didn't it? So it would disappear from his ear as well.

Harry saw the lower branches of a tree at the side of the road.

He walked under the tree, letting a caring, foreign feeling brush over his head.

It was just a moment, but Harry cherished it.

He knew that all of them would forget him. It depended on how long. It could take days, months or years. A part of him wanted to be left alone, but a part was panicking that he'd truly be forgotten after the victory. If there would be any victory.

With a sigh he went back to the Dursleys.

He had fulfilled the promises he gave himself and for that he was proud.

...

True to his word, they had forgotten him. It took a year though. Only was it only a year or a whole year, that still argued within him.

He had gotten himself a new life.

And yet, tonight he returned to Privet Drive. He saw the line at which he gave his promise three years ago.

He walked and stopped at the ruins of the old house.

This time, the same dark figure that had been there all those years ago had followed him.

In fact the figure stood right next to him. But he didn't say a word.

Suddenly, with a bitter realisation, he remembered that through all of his years after his promise, he still not once had looked back.