Chapter 2: what do you see?
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Harry stared at his reflection with total and utter disbelieve, the person looking back at him could not really be him. But it was and he knew it. Gone was the care-free "boy that lived" In fact, he barely recognized himself anymore. Even now, even though he had showered and changed into his dress robe, he looked tattered and dirty. His once sleek, shinny black hair was now long, matted and falling in his face. His eyes no longer showed that careless happiness nor did it show his need for trouble and adventure; instead they showed a sense of wisdom he didn't know he had and they seemed tied and flooded with regret. He also noticed a cut that traveled from the corner of his right eye, down his check and then turned and raveled past his collar and down his back. He did not know where or when he got it but it was there, with the countless other wounds that wouldn't heal anytime soon.
Harry let out a heavy sigh and bit his lip, his eyes were caved in and he was getting aware of how little sleep he had gotten over the past year and how very tried he was. Harry turned away from his reflection, ashamed of what he saw.
"Come on, would you stop looking at yourself Harry?" Ron's voice made Harry jump a bit.
"Where the hell did you come from?" Harry asked his best friend.
"Well, if you must know I came from my mother, smart one."
"You know what I meant!" Harry said annoyed as he hit his friend playfully
"Come on, litten up. You-Know Who is gone. Don't be so moody." Ron patted Harry on the back but he pulled away, going and sitting on the bed he once called his own.
"How can I act happy when so many died?"
"Harry, no one blames you. In fact, they sent me up here to get you. They all want you to say something at the celebration down in the Great Hall." Ron sat next to Harry, unsure of what else to say.
"I'll go down there but I won't say anything."
"Why not?" Ron was standing now, heading to the door
"Because its all my fault. If I would just have gone sooner less would have died. Maybe even Fred or Lupin or Tonks would still-"
"-NO ONE BLAMES YOU!" Ron yelled, trying hard to get it into his head.
"I BLAME ME!" Harry stood this time, walking to the door, stopping in front of Ron, "Ron, listen to me. Please? I need to blame someone. Its easier if I'm that person. Understand?"
"NO. I don't. You wanna know something? You don't have to put everything on you. You don't need to be the blame of everything. You don't need to take the world on, head on. You have people who want to help you. Just give them what they want. Talk." Ron walked out, leaving Harry to ponder on what he had just said.
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Harry stepped into the Great Hall, trying to enter unnoticed but as soon as he got five steps in a loud outburst of cheers, claps and cheers followed him, he lowered his head but it was no use, he was shoved and pushed to the stage, and as soon as he got up their everyone got silent, waiting for him to say something.
"Well, with all honestly I have no idea why I'm up here. Or what I plan on saying," Harry looked into the crowd a sea of people waiting for him to continue, "There for I'm goanna tell you all this: I should be up here, and none of you should be looking up to me. I have made more mistakes then anyone in this room and I have caused more treble then most of you know. And yet here all of you are, looking up to me. Why? I have done nothing. And I know it's the truth. All that I have done was because of a lot of lucky mistakes. I don't know what you want to hear but I need to officially say I'm sorry to each and every one of you. Almost everyone n this room has lost someone during this fight, almost everyone was gotten hurt and just to protect me. I know that all of you are going to say its not rue but it is. Look around. Everyone in hear lost something or someone just to try to keep me safe. So I'm sorry. And I am to blame." Harry stepped off the stage into a mass of confused and silent people. He knew no one was ready for that but he had to tell them
"Harry! Harry! Harry wait!" Harry ignored the voice calling after him, walking faster to avoid the people looking to him. He almost made it to the door when a small hand caught his wrist, "Harry, Please look at me." Harry stopped, and turned to look at Ginny, her eyes worried, "Harry-"
"-DON'T! Don't say anything. Just please, let me go." Harry was stern, his voice stronger then before.
"NO, Harry you need to talk to me. I have no idea why you sai-" Ginny's voice seemed week and fearful, and it was very, very low.
"-Ginny, please try to understand." Harry now was pulling away, willing himself not to look into her eyes.
"Do you even understand?" This time Ginny's voice was bitter and broken. She let got of Harry's wrist violently and stormed into the Great Hall.
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Harry punched the tree hard with his fist, causing some of the lose bark to fall off. He then kicked it and punched it; getting out of control in his attempts to calm himself down.
"Your either ganna kill the tree o yourself. Doing that." Harry tuned to find Hermione behind him.
"What do you want?" Harry said as he punched the tree again, "To try to find out whats wrong?" Harry punched the tree again, his fists getting red, "Or maybe" He kicked it and gave it another good punch, "they sent you cause no one else wants to come out? Is that it?" Harry turned and faced her, his eyes frice and ready for attack.
"No Harry, that's not why I'm here. I just wanted to make sure you were ok." Hermione said softly.
"If I'm OK?" Harry let out a small strange laugh, "If-If I'm OK? Yea sure, millions of died but, HEY! I'm still here so I'm grant!" Harry turned and punched the tree with all his might, this time causing a branch to fall into the pond.
"Harry, please just come inside. Everyone is so worried about you."
"I don't care. If they cared they would have let me handle this! They would have trusted me enough to let me do what I had to do. Less would have died." Harry opened his hand to find it was red and a small amount of blood was trailing along his knuckles.
"I'm not ganna even try to convince you that your wrong about that because I know its no use. But please, just come inside. Dance. Eat. Try to have fun,because they are throwing this because of you. Because you know who is gone. Just try to enjoy that. Could you?"
Harry placed his hand on the beated tree and picked a part of the bark off, "I know that but I just don't know how to feel." He threw the bark on the ground and leaned on the tree, facing Hermione, "I just don't know how to live a normal life now that he is gone. And everyone is like " now we can life a normal life and so no and so no," but I just don't know how to. My whole life has been but to this and now I got my whole life ahead of me; it just feels so weird."
"Don't worry, Harry. I'm sure you will find a way," She walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "after all, you ARE the one and only Harry Potter."
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