(A/N - a shortie, I know. I just think it needs to end EXACTLY where it ends.)
Harry meandered back his bedroom. His encounter with Neville had brought dark memories, the kind he tried to shake out of his head, but wouldn't ever - EVER leave him. As he sat in the quiet, deserted, bedroom, he sat and thought about it. He and Neville were in the exact same position. Harry, too, had lost his parents to Voldemort, and then he lost the next person whom he cared for most in his life - Sirius. If anyone could understand what Neville was feeling, Harry could. Harry could give Neville the best advice, counsel him, sit down and have a deep talk about how it feels and not feel embarrassed if a tear ran down his face. But he wouldn't.
He wouldn't! There was no was Harry was looking back at the experiences that had once stabbed him in the chest. There was no way that Harry could put into words his hatred and loathing towards Voldemort. He could KILL Voldemort.
There was something in Harry that was going to explode. A thin rubber balloon of reason was being stretched to its limits by a blazing gust of hatred. His balloon didn't pop at that moment - but if Voldemort even moved, it would burst with an intensity that no one could imagine.
Harry meandered back his bedroom. His encounter with Neville had brought dark memories, the kind he tried to shake out of his head, but wouldn't ever - EVER leave him. As he sat in the quiet, deserted, bedroom, he sat and thought about it. He and Neville were in the exact same position. Harry, too, had lost his parents to Voldemort, and then he lost the next person whom he cared for most in his life - Sirius. If anyone could understand what Neville was feeling, Harry could. Harry could give Neville the best advice, counsel him, sit down and have a deep talk about how it feels and not feel embarrassed if a tear ran down his face. But he wouldn't.
He wouldn't! There was no was Harry was looking back at the experiences that had once stabbed him in the chest. There was no way that Harry could put into words his hatred and loathing towards Voldemort. He could KILL Voldemort.
There was something in Harry that was going to explode. A thin rubber balloon of reason was being stretched to its limits by a blazing gust of hatred. His balloon didn't pop at that moment - but if Voldemort even moved, it would burst with an intensity that no one could imagine.