Standing on the edge
(AN - Mild depression warning )
I'm standing on the edge of something much too deep. I have gone too far. In a way. More , Voldemort has gone too far. But it is because of me. It is all because of me. First , my parents. Murdered when I was one. My mum died to save me. She gave her life for me. Next , Cedric. That had been hard. But I hadn't liked Cedric very much. But he too died. Because I wouldn't just let one of us take the cup. I dragged him to his death in a way. Then there had been Cho. My hearts ached because of her. I had loved her so much - and Voldemort had murdered her in cold blood. For the fun of it. Because I cared for her. Because I loved her. I'm standing on the edge . There is nothing left for me back there. Nothing but loneliness . Emptiness. In the final attack against Hogwarts , in my Seventh Year , Dumbledore died. He died when Voldemort came looking for me - and found him. Then Voldemort finally found what he was after. Me. I was prepared to die. Die fighting. 17 years old , and sick of living. But instead of just letting me do what I thought was right , Ron jumped in front. Ron . My best friend in the entire world. The one who had always been there. He had died to save me. Hermione hadn't taken that very well. She had been in love with him. She had been in love , and had never told him. Now she had lost her chance. She killed herself soon after. All these people had died because of me. I looked down again . There was nothing but blackness. Blackness suited it. Everyone who had meant something to me was gone. Sirius, Remus and Hagrid had been locked up , tortured with the Cruciatous Curse , and found , hanging onto life by a thread . Sirius had looked up in to my eyes , and merely said " They died to save you. So did we . Don't gamble it -" before he had died in my arms. Remus and Hagrid died soon after. There was no one left for me. No one and nothing. If I died ... who would care ? The world would mourn the loss of Harry Potter. But would they mourn the loss of a famous person ? Or would they mourn the loss of me ?
(AN - Mild depression warning )
I'm standing on the edge of something much too deep. I have gone too far. In a way. More , Voldemort has gone too far. But it is because of me. It is all because of me. First , my parents. Murdered when I was one. My mum died to save me. She gave her life for me. Next , Cedric. That had been hard. But I hadn't liked Cedric very much. But he too died. Because I wouldn't just let one of us take the cup. I dragged him to his death in a way. Then there had been Cho. My hearts ached because of her. I had loved her so much - and Voldemort had murdered her in cold blood. For the fun of it. Because I cared for her. Because I loved her. I'm standing on the edge . There is nothing left for me back there. Nothing but loneliness . Emptiness. In the final attack against Hogwarts , in my Seventh Year , Dumbledore died. He died when Voldemort came looking for me - and found him. Then Voldemort finally found what he was after. Me. I was prepared to die. Die fighting. 17 years old , and sick of living. But instead of just letting me do what I thought was right , Ron jumped in front. Ron . My best friend in the entire world. The one who had always been there. He had died to save me. Hermione hadn't taken that very well. She had been in love with him. She had been in love , and had never told him. Now she had lost her chance. She killed herself soon after. All these people had died because of me. I looked down again . There was nothing but blackness. Blackness suited it. Everyone who had meant something to me was gone. Sirius, Remus and Hagrid had been locked up , tortured with the Cruciatous Curse , and found , hanging onto life by a thread . Sirius had looked up in to my eyes , and merely said " They died to save you. So did we . Don't gamble it -" before he had died in my arms. Remus and Hagrid died soon after. There was no one left for me. No one and nothing. If I died ... who would care ? The world would mourn the loss of Harry Potter. But would they mourn the loss of a famous person ? Or would they mourn the loss of me ?