These days, Harry Potter should replace his name with Moody Potter. Always
looking moody, as though his spirit was 1894 miles away from him.
He had his own reasons, of course. With Voldermort coming back, no one would be too happy. Now Harry Potter lost his own dear god-father. And then Hermione, then Ron. Gosh, this world is the f***ing unreasonable. Why must they all die??? And for once and once again, Harry escaped death. Nice little Vordie didn't seen to have really cared about killing him.
But it was driving him mad. Now, with 3 of his closest people gone, what more can he do? He was alone, all by himself, and kept to himself well. There's nothing more he could do. He didn't care about the Order any more. He felt he was really not worth to join it. How could he still let his dearest friends die after Black's death?
He was like dreaming everyday. Like a walking corpse. His results dropped to the worst. His teachers were putting more and more pressure onto him. He did not talk to anyone now, and had long forgotten about his Firebolt.
Harry Potter's soul was like being sucked out by the Dementors. He would rather die, he felt.
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Night.
The quiet moon was casting its light onto the floor. It looked like water.
Harry Potter was standing near the window, thinking about his death.
It had been the 458776th night that he couldn't sleep. He just couldn't.
He found his mind wandering to Ron and Hermione and Black again. And suddenly, a drop of tear slided down his face, slowly. He continued staring at the moon. The lonely moon.
It was a cold night. Harry didn't wear much. He shivered slightly.
But his heart was colder.
He knew he just have to stand up, to face everyone, to show Voldermort that he was not that delicate, but....he couldn't. He knew he got to do something, to save himself, to at least get a good grade, but....he couldn't. Not with Ron, Hermione and Black's death lurking on his mind. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Night was blacker, and colder.
Harry Potter decided to leave Hogwards. To leave the place that was once his most sweet home, to go to other places.
Where??
Harry didn't care where. He just wanted to get out of Hogwards now. He chose this road because he wanted to escape. To escape the shadows of his past. To escape from everyone.
He took his Firebolt and soared out of the castle, into the pitch black night.
Twilight was waiting.
He had his own reasons, of course. With Voldermort coming back, no one would be too happy. Now Harry Potter lost his own dear god-father. And then Hermione, then Ron. Gosh, this world is the f***ing unreasonable. Why must they all die??? And for once and once again, Harry escaped death. Nice little Vordie didn't seen to have really cared about killing him.
But it was driving him mad. Now, with 3 of his closest people gone, what more can he do? He was alone, all by himself, and kept to himself well. There's nothing more he could do. He didn't care about the Order any more. He felt he was really not worth to join it. How could he still let his dearest friends die after Black's death?
He was like dreaming everyday. Like a walking corpse. His results dropped to the worst. His teachers were putting more and more pressure onto him. He did not talk to anyone now, and had long forgotten about his Firebolt.
Harry Potter's soul was like being sucked out by the Dementors. He would rather die, he felt.
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Night.
The quiet moon was casting its light onto the floor. It looked like water.
Harry Potter was standing near the window, thinking about his death.
It had been the 458776th night that he couldn't sleep. He just couldn't.
He found his mind wandering to Ron and Hermione and Black again. And suddenly, a drop of tear slided down his face, slowly. He continued staring at the moon. The lonely moon.
It was a cold night. Harry didn't wear much. He shivered slightly.
But his heart was colder.
He knew he just have to stand up, to face everyone, to show Voldermort that he was not that delicate, but....he couldn't. He knew he got to do something, to save himself, to at least get a good grade, but....he couldn't. Not with Ron, Hermione and Black's death lurking on his mind. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Night was blacker, and colder.
Harry Potter decided to leave Hogwards. To leave the place that was once his most sweet home, to go to other places.
Where??
Harry didn't care where. He just wanted to get out of Hogwards now. He chose this road because he wanted to escape. To escape the shadows of his past. To escape from everyone.
He took his Firebolt and soared out of the castle, into the pitch black night.
Twilight was waiting.