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:: Escape Artist ::
:: Prolouge ::
He wanted, no, _needed_ to forget. He needed to forget _now_. He needed to get away from the guilt that's welling up like an on-flowing river inside him. Inside his heart.
He thought of the numbers of methods he could use to forget. "I wonder which method I should use," he thought, smiling bitterly at the half moon. His brain thought of choosing a suitable method but in his heart, he knew that no matter which method he use, he needed to forget. To get away.
To escape.
He just couldn't take it anymore. First Cedric, then Sirius. He knew that if he didn't escape now, he would most likely lose what little sanity he has left.
Sure, everyone tells him that it wasn't he's fault that Cedric is died and Sirius is behind the veil but he knew better.
He knew that if he hadn't told Cedric to take the Cup with him, Cedric would have been still alive.
He knew that if he hadn't went to the Department of Myteries to find Sirius and fallen into Voldemort's trap, Sirius would have never the need to save him and he would have still been alive; not having to fall into the veil.
He knew that he had contributed, in a way, to Voldemort's return.
How bloody ironic.
He defeated Voldemort, only to help him return again.
He was no better than Voldemort. He had murdered two in the short period of two years.
He was no better than the merciless killer. He was no better and he knew it.
"I need to leave. Now. At least, that way, the world would have one less murderer to deal with," he thought with Gryffindor determination. He knew what he had to do now. Now, it's a matter of which method to use.
Commit suicide, walk up to Voldemort's front door and ask him to kill him or become a muggle, never to have to do anything with the Wizarding World ever again.
Choice 1. Nah, even if he was a killer, he was also the Saviour. If he died, the world is _doomed_.
Ditto for choice 2.
"I guess the best is choice 3." He whispered to the half moon, talking as if the half moon was a friend.
Standing up from his position on the stone-hard floor, he folded his oversized clothes and put them on his bed. His emerald eyes scanned the room for any pointy objects. His eyes didn't stop until a bright twinkle caught his attention.
Moving closer, he saw that it was a safety pin. "It might not be sharp enough, but it should do." He thought as he picked it up and opened it without hesitation.
Walking towards the door, he carefully undid the lock with the pin. A few seconds passed as he finally got it unlocked when a soft 'click' sounded.
He opened the door and tiptoed to his cupboard, unlocking the door the same way and getting the same results.
Carrying the rest of his belongings upstairs, he was careful not to make even a whimper.
When he had reached his room, he tugged on the loose floorboard and took the things out. As his belongings were so little, he managed to pack everything inside his trunk within minutes with some trunk space to spare.
He was ready to go. But there was one last thing to do. Taking a parchment and a quill, he wrote in the best handwriting he could manage:
Dear Ron and Hermione,
before you ask, yes, I know that you are at Ron's Hermione. I would like to say that this year I would not be coming back. I can't stand it anymore. There are becoming an increasing number of murders on Voldemort's part. I know for a fact that he's doing them because of me. I am very sorry. I am leaving and I won't be coming back for God knows how long. I know that sorry doesn't make up anything but I can only hope that you understand why I'm doing this. Please tell Dumbledore that it isn't his fault. Tell Snape thanks for making me a stronger person. Tell Remus that I'm sorry and please tell the Weasley family that they have been very caring for me during the past few years and I appreciate everything that they have done for me. Please understand that leaving was unavoidable. If I didn't leave, more innocent people would die because of me. Thank you for understanding.
Love,
Harry Potter
He folded the letter and approached Hedwig. Whispering in a sad voice, he said, "Hedwig, please send this to Ron's house and stay with them alright? They would make a much better owner than I am."
Hedwig cooed as if disagreeing and held out a leg for Harry to tie the letter, after which she flew off. Harry looked at the empty sky sadly.
He would miss them, that's for sure but it's for the best.
Tearing his gaze away, he walked out the door, one hand in his pocket while the other held his trunk.
Harry took one last glance before walking out into the ghost-like street.
Leaving Privet Drive and the Wizarding World behind.
:: To Be Continued ::
:: Author's Notes - Yes, I know that it's crappy. But I urge you to send me your reviews however crappy it is. _However_, flames will be used for cooking my dinner which I missed. ::
:: Escape Artist ::
:: Prolouge ::
He wanted, no, _needed_ to forget. He needed to forget _now_. He needed to get away from the guilt that's welling up like an on-flowing river inside him. Inside his heart.
He thought of the numbers of methods he could use to forget. "I wonder which method I should use," he thought, smiling bitterly at the half moon. His brain thought of choosing a suitable method but in his heart, he knew that no matter which method he use, he needed to forget. To get away.
To escape.
He just couldn't take it anymore. First Cedric, then Sirius. He knew that if he didn't escape now, he would most likely lose what little sanity he has left.
Sure, everyone tells him that it wasn't he's fault that Cedric is died and Sirius is behind the veil but he knew better.
He knew that if he hadn't told Cedric to take the Cup with him, Cedric would have been still alive.
He knew that if he hadn't went to the Department of Myteries to find Sirius and fallen into Voldemort's trap, Sirius would have never the need to save him and he would have still been alive; not having to fall into the veil.
He knew that he had contributed, in a way, to Voldemort's return.
How bloody ironic.
He defeated Voldemort, only to help him return again.
He was no better than Voldemort. He had murdered two in the short period of two years.
He was no better than the merciless killer. He was no better and he knew it.
"I need to leave. Now. At least, that way, the world would have one less murderer to deal with," he thought with Gryffindor determination. He knew what he had to do now. Now, it's a matter of which method to use.
Commit suicide, walk up to Voldemort's front door and ask him to kill him or become a muggle, never to have to do anything with the Wizarding World ever again.
Choice 1. Nah, even if he was a killer, he was also the Saviour. If he died, the world is _doomed_.
Ditto for choice 2.
"I guess the best is choice 3." He whispered to the half moon, talking as if the half moon was a friend.
Standing up from his position on the stone-hard floor, he folded his oversized clothes and put them on his bed. His emerald eyes scanned the room for any pointy objects. His eyes didn't stop until a bright twinkle caught his attention.
Moving closer, he saw that it was a safety pin. "It might not be sharp enough, but it should do." He thought as he picked it up and opened it without hesitation.
Walking towards the door, he carefully undid the lock with the pin. A few seconds passed as he finally got it unlocked when a soft 'click' sounded.
He opened the door and tiptoed to his cupboard, unlocking the door the same way and getting the same results.
Carrying the rest of his belongings upstairs, he was careful not to make even a whimper.
When he had reached his room, he tugged on the loose floorboard and took the things out. As his belongings were so little, he managed to pack everything inside his trunk within minutes with some trunk space to spare.
He was ready to go. But there was one last thing to do. Taking a parchment and a quill, he wrote in the best handwriting he could manage:
Dear Ron and Hermione,
before you ask, yes, I know that you are at Ron's Hermione. I would like to say that this year I would not be coming back. I can't stand it anymore. There are becoming an increasing number of murders on Voldemort's part. I know for a fact that he's doing them because of me. I am very sorry. I am leaving and I won't be coming back for God knows how long. I know that sorry doesn't make up anything but I can only hope that you understand why I'm doing this. Please tell Dumbledore that it isn't his fault. Tell Snape thanks for making me a stronger person. Tell Remus that I'm sorry and please tell the Weasley family that they have been very caring for me during the past few years and I appreciate everything that they have done for me. Please understand that leaving was unavoidable. If I didn't leave, more innocent people would die because of me. Thank you for understanding.
Love,
Harry Potter
He folded the letter and approached Hedwig. Whispering in a sad voice, he said, "Hedwig, please send this to Ron's house and stay with them alright? They would make a much better owner than I am."
Hedwig cooed as if disagreeing and held out a leg for Harry to tie the letter, after which she flew off. Harry looked at the empty sky sadly.
He would miss them, that's for sure but it's for the best.
Tearing his gaze away, he walked out the door, one hand in his pocket while the other held his trunk.
Harry took one last glance before walking out into the ghost-like street.
Leaving Privet Drive and the Wizarding World behind.
:: To Be Continued ::
:: Author's Notes - Yes, I know that it's crappy. But I urge you to send me your reviews however crappy it is. _However_, flames will be used for cooking my dinner which I missed. ::