Harry stopped and looked at the sky, the sun was setting and the sky was a
mix of all the colours between blood red and orange, something he'll never
for get. A single tear slid down the side of his cheek. To him it burned,
leaving it's mark, deep within the crevices of his skin.
His knees gave way, and with a dull thump Harry found himself on the
wild growing grass. He buried his face deep within the emerald spindles of
the on-growing weed. Never wanted to come out.
Hours passed, yet Harry remained within the forever- growing grass, and so he stayed. More time passed, but Harry did not care. A day or so, and still Harry was not hungry and had barely moved. Perhaps, this was because Harry was lost in memories. After three days of unmoving, a single brave stag ventured forth and lay beside Harry, mussel on his shoulder. Harry looked up, and began to sob. "prongs!" He screamed into the blackening night. He looked into the deep black eyes of the started Stag, and then flung his arms around him. "oh I miss you. I miss every one! Why? What did I do?" He sobbed awhile longer then reemerged himself among the grasses. Another day passed, neither stag nor boy had moved, but Harry had stopped crying. Then it came to Harry. He needed to write. He pulled a fragile book from his deep robe pocket, and a pen. NO! He thought desperately, digging deeper into his pockets depth. Finally he pulled and quill and ink bottle from within it. The opened the book and began to write.
Hours later, the book left open on the field, Harry left. The stag too, got up and left. There was a great flash of blinding light and the sounds of all the laughter of Harry's closets friends.
The next day Harry came back and read the contents of the page.
He read, in his own rough script:
Dear reader.
My name is Harry Potter, you might have herd of me.. Ok- ok. if you haven't herd of me (not trying to brag or anything) BUT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING? IN A HOLE? Anyways. The dark lord stuck again, but not me. He killed EVERYONE I ever love. Its just not fair, he's had it in for me since day one! I swear! But anyways. that leaves me with latterly NO ONE! I swear, there is not need for me anymore, no one to lean on when I trip and fall. No one to show me, no matter how bad it is, face it, probably can't get worse, eh Ron? But I want to thank you. Thank you for all the times we spent together. you guys were my family. Seeing you, or what used to be you, dead allover the place eats me from the inside out. I don't think that I'll be away from you, much longer. But I'll hate to see, the faces when people hear. "FAMOUSE HARRY POTTER, LIVES IN THE PAST AND COMMITS SUICIDE." Ah, well that's life.
LOVE you goys al so much, and you have no idea how much your being dead kills me too. Love ALL of you. Yours always Harry.
Harry when to close they book, but stopped, because something was different. There was. more?
Dearest Harry, We still love you, very much! //read the neat writing of Hermoine\\ We hear your problems, but we died for you to live, had we know that your dieing would kill you, then we would have the HIM save us the trouble. Understand that your dieing gave him what he wants, all that us, you and more worked to save. But if you hold your heads high and walk out of this, O.k. we'll be at your shoulder, ALL the time. And seeing you walk out from this, seeing as you suffered the most, people will fallow you! Fallow! And if you stay wounded from this, so will many of the others. So your strength Harry. show it with pride. Love: Ron & other Weaslys, Hermoine, Hagird, Dumbledore & other Hogwarts teachers, Remus, Sirius, Mom & Dad.. Every one.
Harry's heart leapt, so they still cared, so should he. So, on Harry when, wondering into the horizon, hoping for a new start.
Hours passed, yet Harry remained within the forever- growing grass, and so he stayed. More time passed, but Harry did not care. A day or so, and still Harry was not hungry and had barely moved. Perhaps, this was because Harry was lost in memories. After three days of unmoving, a single brave stag ventured forth and lay beside Harry, mussel on his shoulder. Harry looked up, and began to sob. "prongs!" He screamed into the blackening night. He looked into the deep black eyes of the started Stag, and then flung his arms around him. "oh I miss you. I miss every one! Why? What did I do?" He sobbed awhile longer then reemerged himself among the grasses. Another day passed, neither stag nor boy had moved, but Harry had stopped crying. Then it came to Harry. He needed to write. He pulled a fragile book from his deep robe pocket, and a pen. NO! He thought desperately, digging deeper into his pockets depth. Finally he pulled and quill and ink bottle from within it. The opened the book and began to write.
Hours later, the book left open on the field, Harry left. The stag too, got up and left. There was a great flash of blinding light and the sounds of all the laughter of Harry's closets friends.
The next day Harry came back and read the contents of the page.
He read, in his own rough script:
Dear reader.
My name is Harry Potter, you might have herd of me.. Ok- ok. if you haven't herd of me (not trying to brag or anything) BUT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING? IN A HOLE? Anyways. The dark lord stuck again, but not me. He killed EVERYONE I ever love. Its just not fair, he's had it in for me since day one! I swear! But anyways. that leaves me with latterly NO ONE! I swear, there is not need for me anymore, no one to lean on when I trip and fall. No one to show me, no matter how bad it is, face it, probably can't get worse, eh Ron? But I want to thank you. Thank you for all the times we spent together. you guys were my family. Seeing you, or what used to be you, dead allover the place eats me from the inside out. I don't think that I'll be away from you, much longer. But I'll hate to see, the faces when people hear. "FAMOUSE HARRY POTTER, LIVES IN THE PAST AND COMMITS SUICIDE." Ah, well that's life.
LOVE you goys al so much, and you have no idea how much your being dead kills me too. Love ALL of you. Yours always Harry.
Harry when to close they book, but stopped, because something was different. There was. more?
Dearest Harry, We still love you, very much! //read the neat writing of Hermoine\\ We hear your problems, but we died for you to live, had we know that your dieing would kill you, then we would have the HIM save us the trouble. Understand that your dieing gave him what he wants, all that us, you and more worked to save. But if you hold your heads high and walk out of this, O.k. we'll be at your shoulder, ALL the time. And seeing you walk out from this, seeing as you suffered the most, people will fallow you! Fallow! And if you stay wounded from this, so will many of the others. So your strength Harry. show it with pride. Love: Ron & other Weaslys, Hermoine, Hagird, Dumbledore & other Hogwarts teachers, Remus, Sirius, Mom & Dad.. Every one.
Harry's heart leapt, so they still cared, so should he. So, on Harry when, wondering into the horizon, hoping for a new start.