(All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and any company affiliated with the Harry Potter franchise, I am not making any claim of owning it and this story is a figment of my imagination. Any similarity found with any other published work is entirely coincendental. Meant to be enjoyed and not intended for any other purpose.)

Chapter 2


You say you're sorry. You say that you never meant it. Of course you didn't, you didn't realize and you never will. Ask and try to pry my shield's cracks open. You never can. Haven't they done enough? I want to be free and my wish will never be granted, I know. I know because I was once like you.

That's it! It's been days since you've blocked my escape and more if you don't let me-. What's that? Hmph, a compromise you say. What could you possibly state that would take my first priority. I swear that what you could convince me will always be a lie and just like everything else you've said in the past. I don't regret a single angle thing because you made me suffer for nothing.

"Harry, Harry, HARRY! Oh god, what have you done."

"I don't know. What are you talking about?"

"Go to hell." "Monster!" " Filth"

A slam and a creak. Thrown away like a shopping bag because he wasn't useful anymore. That was the last he remembered before succumbing to exhaustion and a dream where he was happy.


Author's Notes

Do you think the story should be in this POV for more chapters? What if I put someone else's next time? Constructive criticism is welcome.