Harry's hand slapped down on his blaring alarm. He woke up groggily. The window pane above his bed rattled with the shocks of dozens of rain droplets. The state of his bed revealed he had yet another restless night, but needed to wake up again for today, he had to work.
The years following "The Incident" as he called it, there had still been hundreds of wizarding jobs opening to him on a broad spectrum, but Harry forelornly rejected them all.
Harry walked out of his apartment and stepped into the watersoaked street. He pulled his sweatshirt hood over his head and walked down the street to the corner. People passed him by without a second glance. His hair would only ever half cover the scar on his forehead, but Muggles never asked him about it. They were rather uncurious about him- it was a different welcome that he got from Muggles than he did wizards, as if he had never defeated a Dark Lord.
"I couldn't do it again," he just told himself as he arrived at the end of the quiet, but busy street. That, of course, was the lesser of his grievences.
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
"Maybe I should get some coffee before I go down to the docks." Harry had taken a liking to coffee over tea in his time, he didn't know why. Subconsciously, he thought, I probably just don't give a damn anymore. When in truth he didn't. He couldn't see how he could have killed someone. No matter how many times he turned it over in his mind, he still couldn't justify it.
Harry walked into the small shop. It seemed happy, with familiar folk that Harry had met, on his quest away from his past. "Hey, Jerie," he said with a wave to an elderly sailor who crouched over his tea. Jeremiah waved back with a smile. Harry sat at the bar which was parallel with the doorway. "Coffee," he whispered to the girl behind the counter. Harry had been going there for nearly four years as a Muggle so she knew how he liked his coffee. He sipped his coffee as a man three seats down mumbled aloud about how he had been awoken last night by flying people. Harry knew it was probably wizards, but feigned the same disregard as everyone else. Wizards were known for flying in and out of this small coastal town everyonce in a while, but never for long. Harry couldn't be in a place with a wizard or a witch too long. His own convictions drove him to this sorry corner of England.
With a second sip, he heard the small bell above the door signal another customer. A woman walked into the cafe, her heels clicked on the tile, but her body was covered in a plastic rain cloak and hood. She sat down next to Harry, dripping from the rain. As she got comfortable on the seat, she pulled down her hood. A mess of brown hair stopped at her shoulders, but seeing it gave Harry a shock in the back of his heart. He looked back down to his morning newspaper and sipped his coffee.
Just look into your heart, my friend
"Raspberry, please," she spoke to the girl when she came over to her. She had nothing to do, so she tried to make conversation with the girl, "Quite some weather we're having, no?" she said loud enough to invite others into the conversation. Harry made an effort to ignore her- even turning his stool just the slightest so part of his back could face her. There was something about her he couldn't resist, though.
That will be the return to yourself
"Says its going to continue for a good couple of days, they says," the girl behind the counter was nice, but had a high whiny voice that would repel dragons- or at least Harry thought with a bit of humor.
"I know, but its kind of unusual, eh?" the woman obviously wasn't familiar with this town- which almost always was raining, or at least cloudy. When her tea arrived she stirred it a bit and looked over Harry's arm at the paper. Her eye caught the same article that Harry was reading- or was pretending to read. "Explosion in Horsham," she read the headline outloud,"Why that's kind of odd, no?"
"I wouldn't know," Harry mumbled,"I'm not too familiar with Horsham." he grunted. She seemed dissatisfied by his response.
"I know, but do they know why there was an explosion," she asked, trying to get a look over his rising arm.
"No, but there's always speculation among the Mu- police." Harry caught himself, but not before the other woman caught him. She looked at him wide eyed, and for the first time face to face. Her eyes darted, but Harry soon swung out of his chair. He was out of the cafe in a flash and walked swiftly down the sidewalk. His footsteps flashed in the puddles, but quicker, lighter footsteps splashed behind him. She caught up to him,"Stop running!" she screamed. She grabbed Harry by the shoulder, but he shook her off and walked with greater momentum. His hood dripped with water.
"HARRY POTTER!" she tried a last resort.
"Harry POTTER," he said the last name with contempt,"Is dead, let him go." And he walked on leaving her in the rain.
As Harry rounded the corner she grabbed him by the arm- he tried to shake her, but she wouldn't let go. "Remember me, Harry! Come back!"
The return to Innocence
"I don't know you!" Harry grabbed her hand and removed it from his arm,"Please, leave me alone."
"Hermione!" she yelled.
"I have to get to work," Harry ignored her.
"Hermione Granger, you son of a bitch!" She tackled him into a large puddle and kicked him in the side. Turning on his back Harry whipped out his wand and aimed it at the woman's head. She had a wand aimed at him.
With a free hand she brushed a soaked lock of hair from her forehead,"You know who I am, Harry. You never forgot." Harry kept his wand aimed at her face, his arm shivering in the cold. She held herself similarly. But soon she lowered her wand and gave a sour laugh when he stared at her coldly for a longer yet time,"What? You're going to kill me? You're going to do me off, too? GO AHEAD!" she held her arms apart sincerely waiting a final curse.
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
"You gonna keep running, Harry? Is that it? You don't like it? You don't like the mistakes you made? So you just leave? You just up and leave me... and the Weaselys behind?" she cried in the rain, Harry remained cold.
"You don't understand! You'll never understand!" Harry splashed his hand in the puddle he sat in.
"You vanished! You never gave anyone the chance to understand you! Goddamnit Harry, why?"she slumped down,"Why?"
"You wouldn't get it," Harry got up,"Just forget you saw me."
"But-"
"FORGET ME!"
Be yourself, don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up, and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
The years following "The Incident" as he called it, there had still been hundreds of wizarding jobs opening to him on a broad spectrum, but Harry forelornly rejected them all.
Harry walked out of his apartment and stepped into the watersoaked street. He pulled his sweatshirt hood over his head and walked down the street to the corner. People passed him by without a second glance. His hair would only ever half cover the scar on his forehead, but Muggles never asked him about it. They were rather uncurious about him- it was a different welcome that he got from Muggles than he did wizards, as if he had never defeated a Dark Lord.
"I couldn't do it again," he just told himself as he arrived at the end of the quiet, but busy street. That, of course, was the lesser of his grievences.
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
"Maybe I should get some coffee before I go down to the docks." Harry had taken a liking to coffee over tea in his time, he didn't know why. Subconsciously, he thought, I probably just don't give a damn anymore. When in truth he didn't. He couldn't see how he could have killed someone. No matter how many times he turned it over in his mind, he still couldn't justify it.
Harry walked into the small shop. It seemed happy, with familiar folk that Harry had met, on his quest away from his past. "Hey, Jerie," he said with a wave to an elderly sailor who crouched over his tea. Jeremiah waved back with a smile. Harry sat at the bar which was parallel with the doorway. "Coffee," he whispered to the girl behind the counter. Harry had been going there for nearly four years as a Muggle so she knew how he liked his coffee. He sipped his coffee as a man three seats down mumbled aloud about how he had been awoken last night by flying people. Harry knew it was probably wizards, but feigned the same disregard as everyone else. Wizards were known for flying in and out of this small coastal town everyonce in a while, but never for long. Harry couldn't be in a place with a wizard or a witch too long. His own convictions drove him to this sorry corner of England.
With a second sip, he heard the small bell above the door signal another customer. A woman walked into the cafe, her heels clicked on the tile, but her body was covered in a plastic rain cloak and hood. She sat down next to Harry, dripping from the rain. As she got comfortable on the seat, she pulled down her hood. A mess of brown hair stopped at her shoulders, but seeing it gave Harry a shock in the back of his heart. He looked back down to his morning newspaper and sipped his coffee.
Just look into your heart, my friend
"Raspberry, please," she spoke to the girl when she came over to her. She had nothing to do, so she tried to make conversation with the girl, "Quite some weather we're having, no?" she said loud enough to invite others into the conversation. Harry made an effort to ignore her- even turning his stool just the slightest so part of his back could face her. There was something about her he couldn't resist, though.
That will be the return to yourself
"Says its going to continue for a good couple of days, they says," the girl behind the counter was nice, but had a high whiny voice that would repel dragons- or at least Harry thought with a bit of humor.
"I know, but its kind of unusual, eh?" the woman obviously wasn't familiar with this town- which almost always was raining, or at least cloudy. When her tea arrived she stirred it a bit and looked over Harry's arm at the paper. Her eye caught the same article that Harry was reading- or was pretending to read. "Explosion in Horsham," she read the headline outloud,"Why that's kind of odd, no?"
"I wouldn't know," Harry mumbled,"I'm not too familiar with Horsham." he grunted. She seemed dissatisfied by his response.
"I know, but do they know why there was an explosion," she asked, trying to get a look over his rising arm.
"No, but there's always speculation among the Mu- police." Harry caught himself, but not before the other woman caught him. She looked at him wide eyed, and for the first time face to face. Her eyes darted, but Harry soon swung out of his chair. He was out of the cafe in a flash and walked swiftly down the sidewalk. His footsteps flashed in the puddles, but quicker, lighter footsteps splashed behind him. She caught up to him,"Stop running!" she screamed. She grabbed Harry by the shoulder, but he shook her off and walked with greater momentum. His hood dripped with water.
"HARRY POTTER!" she tried a last resort.
"Harry POTTER," he said the last name with contempt,"Is dead, let him go." And he walked on leaving her in the rain.
As Harry rounded the corner she grabbed him by the arm- he tried to shake her, but she wouldn't let go. "Remember me, Harry! Come back!"
The return to Innocence
"I don't know you!" Harry grabbed her hand and removed it from his arm,"Please, leave me alone."
"Hermione!" she yelled.
"I have to get to work," Harry ignored her.
"Hermione Granger, you son of a bitch!" She tackled him into a large puddle and kicked him in the side. Turning on his back Harry whipped out his wand and aimed it at the woman's head. She had a wand aimed at him.
With a free hand she brushed a soaked lock of hair from her forehead,"You know who I am, Harry. You never forgot." Harry kept his wand aimed at her face, his arm shivering in the cold. She held herself similarly. But soon she lowered her wand and gave a sour laugh when he stared at her coldly for a longer yet time,"What? You're going to kill me? You're going to do me off, too? GO AHEAD!" she held her arms apart sincerely waiting a final curse.
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
"You gonna keep running, Harry? Is that it? You don't like it? You don't like the mistakes you made? So you just leave? You just up and leave me... and the Weaselys behind?" she cried in the rain, Harry remained cold.
"You don't understand! You'll never understand!" Harry splashed his hand in the puddle he sat in.
"You vanished! You never gave anyone the chance to understand you! Goddamnit Harry, why?"she slumped down,"Why?"
"You wouldn't get it," Harry got up,"Just forget you saw me."
"But-"
"FORGET ME!"
Be yourself, don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up, and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.
