Chapter Four; The Choice
Jill stood on top of Gryffindor tower looking up into the snowy sky. She inched closer and closer to the edge unaware that Harry was standing right behind her. "What are you doing?" he asked her before she turned her head around and looked at him.
"Harry, I didn't know that you were there." She said.
"Ron and Hermione have been looking everywhere for you. They're worried sick about you. And so are my brother and sister." He told her.
"Really, because it seems like the world is just plain sick of me." She told him. "Just because I want to be a wizard instead of a witch." She said.
"Look Jill, I may not be an expert when it comes to being transgender because I don't really know what my thoughts on are about it. All I know is that me personally, I'm happy with the way that God made me. But if you're not then you need to be the one to fix it. Only you know what's right for you to do." He told her.
"Good, because that's right down there." She told him while she peered back down at the ground but Harry just simply shook his head at her.
"No it isn't." he told her. "Jill listen to me, life's a gift and it isn't something that should be wasted." He said.
"How would you know? Your life has always been perfect." She told him.
"Really? Do you really believe that? Let's see, everywhere I go everyone always stops and stares at this stupid lightning bolt scar that I have stuck in the middle of my forehead just because for something I did as a baby. Something that I don't even remember, or rather I try to forget it but everyone keeps bringing it up. Then this evil wizard came back after me when I was five, I almost got killed by pirates when I was eight and then once I started Hogwarts everything kept going downhill. Now do you really think that's perfect?" he asked her.
"I mean come on Jesus Himself might have been perfect but that doesn't mean that His life was. I mean a lot of people doubted Him and then they whipped Him and beat Him and nailed Him on a cross even though that was the fate that He chose. And you know what, as hard as it was for me to do, I chose my own as well. Because I knew that my friends and family and everyone else in the wizarding world needed me. They needed a hero." He told her.
"But Harry, I'm not you. I'm not a hero, there's nothing special about me." She said when all of a sudden tears flooded inside her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
"Just because you're not a hero doesn't mean that you're not special. The most heroic thing that you can do is carry on with your life even when it gets difficult. Because God has a purpose for everyone, even if it doesn't seem like it." He told her. "Now please go back inside with me. Ron, Hermione, Tobey, Eve, my father and I all care about you. And so do your brother and sister. And I'm sure that your parents do too even if they're not all that thrilled about your decision. Is it really worth it to hurt them even more by having them find out that you killed yourself?" he asked her.
"No. I guess not." She said as she took a step backwards and turned over to smile at him. "Thanks Harry." She told him. "You saved me from making a terrible mistake." She said.
"Well thank you, but in all honesty you're the one who came to that decision all by yourself." He told her before they both turned around and he led her back inside.
