A very short one-chapter fiction on Harry's thought after leaving the
station after fifth year. Examines his thoughts on his friends and those
that are protecting him.
Disclaimer- No matter how much I wish it, I will never own Harry Potter
Just Harry
Harry slowly slid into the backseat of the Dursley's car. His uncle and aunt
were quite and somber after their meeting with the Order. None of them had changed
much over the year. Dudley was looking at Harry differently though. With more
admiration then apprehension. Harry had a feeling it was because of what happened the
year before.
"Well boy, I hope that your 'friends' won't be around this year." Vernon
Dursley's harsh voice spoke from the front.
Harry wasn't listening; he was staring out of the window at the passing
buildings and thinking of his friends. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny.
Without them, he wouldn't have survived. It was by their loyalty and love for him that
he had believed enough in himself to enter the department of mysteries. At first he didn't
want them to come, but once at the department of mysteries he was happy they had come.
They had all been willing to give their lives for Harry. And now he knew that they
always would be there for him. Up until the last battle, if they all survived that long.
Each of them was a pillar to Harry. Ron was his best friend, and Harry knew
that Ron's loyalty would never waver. Hermione was the brains. No problem was too
difficult for her to solve. Neville, well Neville was the one that Harry knew would never
quit. Neville's drive for revenge was never going to go away. Luna was the odd ball.
The one who would see significance where no one else would or could. And Ginny,
Ginny was becoming Harry's shoulder. The first one he would turn to if he had troubles.
These people were his closest friends. His family.
'Neville. It could have been Neville with this scar on his forehead. Why did it
have to be me?' These thoughts played over and over in Harry's mind. 'Well, actually
he is marked. Just as significantly as me. By not having a scar. Why didn't I think of
this before?'
Harry closed his eyes.
'Sirius is dead. It's my fault. I should have known better. I should have
thought before I acted.' He sighed. 'But how was I to know? I thought he was in danger.
And now he's dead. It is my bloody fault he's dead.'
Harry bit his lip, he couldn't cry here. Not in front of the Dursleys. They
would never let him live it down. Harry closed his eyes. The colors out of his window
were beginning to swirl. Thinking about Sirius made his stomach ill. He knew that he
had to think of anything to get his mind off of he dead godfather. Anything to not think
about the department of mysteries. Anything to not think about what waited for him at
the Dursley's. Anything to not think about the long summer that waited for him. At the
Dursley's, he was just Harry. But right now, there was nothing he wanted more then to
be just Harry, not the-boy-who-lived.
Disclaimer- No matter how much I wish it, I will never own Harry Potter
Just Harry
Harry slowly slid into the backseat of the Dursley's car. His uncle and aunt
were quite and somber after their meeting with the Order. None of them had changed
much over the year. Dudley was looking at Harry differently though. With more
admiration then apprehension. Harry had a feeling it was because of what happened the
year before.
"Well boy, I hope that your 'friends' won't be around this year." Vernon
Dursley's harsh voice spoke from the front.
Harry wasn't listening; he was staring out of the window at the passing
buildings and thinking of his friends. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, and Ginny.
Without them, he wouldn't have survived. It was by their loyalty and love for him that
he had believed enough in himself to enter the department of mysteries. At first he didn't
want them to come, but once at the department of mysteries he was happy they had come.
They had all been willing to give their lives for Harry. And now he knew that they
always would be there for him. Up until the last battle, if they all survived that long.
Each of them was a pillar to Harry. Ron was his best friend, and Harry knew
that Ron's loyalty would never waver. Hermione was the brains. No problem was too
difficult for her to solve. Neville, well Neville was the one that Harry knew would never
quit. Neville's drive for revenge was never going to go away. Luna was the odd ball.
The one who would see significance where no one else would or could. And Ginny,
Ginny was becoming Harry's shoulder. The first one he would turn to if he had troubles.
These people were his closest friends. His family.
'Neville. It could have been Neville with this scar on his forehead. Why did it
have to be me?' These thoughts played over and over in Harry's mind. 'Well, actually
he is marked. Just as significantly as me. By not having a scar. Why didn't I think of
this before?'
Harry closed his eyes.
'Sirius is dead. It's my fault. I should have known better. I should have
thought before I acted.' He sighed. 'But how was I to know? I thought he was in danger.
And now he's dead. It is my bloody fault he's dead.'
Harry bit his lip, he couldn't cry here. Not in front of the Dursleys. They
would never let him live it down. Harry closed his eyes. The colors out of his window
were beginning to swirl. Thinking about Sirius made his stomach ill. He knew that he
had to think of anything to get his mind off of he dead godfather. Anything to not think
about the department of mysteries. Anything to not think about what waited for him at
the Dursley's. Anything to not think about the long summer that waited for him. At the
Dursley's, he was just Harry. But right now, there was nothing he wanted more then to
be just Harry, not the-boy-who-lived.