6 Word Stories: A Companion

by mischiefmanaged73

I found the story “6 Word Stories” by MidnightRosexx and left a review. She said I could write accompanying stories to her six word sentences, so I’m taking her up on that offer. Each chapter is a one-shot, and entirely canon with the books.

2. Harry Potter

AN: Sorry for the long break between chapters. I don't quite know why, but Harry was really hard to write. Maybe because his personality is explored a lot in the books, maybe for another reason all together, I don't know. I changed the sentence a bit so it fit the drabble idea better, but it's still the basic point. This scene is meant to take place sometime after the war, but not really at any specific point.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Harry Potter" and if I did, I certainly wouldn't be writing fanfiction. The inspiration to write this series of one shots came from, of course, my love of "Harry Potter" and also from MidnightRosexx and her story, 6 Word Stories.

Harry Potter: I would have died to save them.

He flipped through a tattered scrapbook in a small, dimly lit room. The pages were covered with dozens of photographs of moving people, smiling and waving at him.

For the first time in months, Harry was perusing the scrapbook he had received when he was eleven. A gift from Hagrid, the first pages were filled with pictures of his parents and their friends. From before he was born, and then from the first year or so of his life. The rest, however, had been given to him blank.

When he asked, Hagrid had said that the pages were for him to fill. Now those once-blank pages were covered with pictures of Harry, the Weasleys, and Hermione from his early school years following the ones of James and Lily. Also among the newer pictures was the one of the first Order of the Phoenix Harry had been given by Mad-Eye in his fifth year. He had found it slightly disturbing then, but had put it in the scrapbook all the same. After all, it was a memory. He now glanced at that same picture and the newer one next to it.

That picture was of the reformed Order, taken a mere year before the Second Battle of Hogwarts. It included so many that were now gone. Harry paused and looked at each and every departed face. As with the picture of the first Order, those who had died since the photograph had been taken were still smiling and waving as if nothing were wrong. A wave of guilt washed over him. Many of them needn't have died. If only he… Stop that, a voice inside his head said. It wasn't entirely your fault. The voice in his head tended to sound like Hermione at times like these.

Still, as he looked at the following pages full of pictures of those who had been lost in the Second Wizarding War and recalled countless others, Harry couldn't help but think, I would have died to save them.