Hello! Here I am with a new (very short) story on a new character: Harry Potter. I hope you like this, because I really liked writing it (even though it's surprisingly very short)!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling (the characters, etc...), and nothing belongs to me (sadly). I don't make any money out of this story.
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Rating of this OS: K+
Those Scars We Carry: Harry Potter
The same woman appears in his dream again. He doesn't exactly see her. He just hears her scream and sees this strange green light.
When he wakes up with a start, he wonders if there is something wrong with him. Why does he dream, every single night, of a woman screaming like she was in so much pain? And what is this light he is imagining?
He shakes his head. He doesn't know he actually dreams of his mother, a beautiful and kind young woman who loved him so much that she died for him. He doesn't know that he can't even dream of his father, because he doesn't remember him yet.
When he learns what happened, what it is he is seeing every night in his dreams, he feels broken. He thinks, Why did they have to die for me? Of course, no one can answer him but them, and he thinks his question will remain unanswered forever.
The next night, he remembers something else. He hears her (he hears his mother) saying, "You are so loved, Harry. Papa and Mama love you. Sirius loves you. And Remus. Hold on to that, live for that. Please, hold on to that. Hold on to us." She sounds anxious, almost like she is crying. But when Harry wakes up, for once, he is calm.
It feels like he gets to know his mother, and like if it goes on this way, soon, he will remember everything.
The first time his scar burns, he knows it's because something is happening. Something that's about the killer of his parents. And hatred runs through him. He tries to remember his mother's kind voice, he tries to control his anger and finally succeeds.
He succeeds in controlling his anger for five years, and finally, during his fifth years, he starts losing control. It isn't that surprising: he has just watched one of his friends die at the orders of the very person that killed his parents, and he has witnessed the return of the Dark Lord who still wants him dead.
In fifth year, the nightmares become unbearable, and he becomes more aggressive. It doesn't do him any good, for once, to remember his parents. It just makes his anger worse and worse, and worse. And then, at the end, when he and his friends battle at the Department of Mysteries and he is possessed by Voldemort after his godfather has died…
Then, he remembers. Everything. How his mother and his father used to take care of him, used to laugh happily together. And this happiness helps him reject the presence of Voldemort, and he just feels sorry for him, in spite of the pain that burns his scar and courses through his body. He feels sorry because he knows now that the Dark Lord will never know any love, or any kind of support like he does.
The scar on his forehead doesn't hurt him anymore. It's been nineteen years since the fall of Voldemort, and he's now married and happy. He has three children, and though he still feels guilty for all the deaths that he's caused (his parents, and all the victims that fought for his cause in what is now known as the Second Wizarding War), despite everything that's happened… All is well.
The next OS will be (if everything goes right) up tomorrow, as I have finished studying for all my exams and writing my essays.