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After the girls had left, Ron stretched and let out a big yawn. "C'mon mates, lets go"
Both Neville and Ron got off the couch but Harry remained.
"Harry? You coming?" Ron asked
"No, it's alright. You go ahead, I want to stay up a little later," Harry said
"Alright, G'night Harry"
"Goodnight Ron. Neville." Harry said as he turned his attention back to the dying embers of the fire.
Harry had taken Ron and Hermione's advise and tried to push his thoughts about Voldemort out of his mind the whole summer but they were slowly returning. How could Harry, a 16-year-old boy, defeat the greatest wizard once and for all? Harry no longer feared facing Voldemort, having done so many times before. But in all occasions, he had had his friends and teachers to help him, to save him at the very last minute. Could Harry defeat Voldemort by himself? He doubted it.
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
Harry knew from the prophesy he had heard last year, that either he must defeat Voldemort once and for all, or he himself must die, letting Voldemort rule forever. The thought made Harry want to be someone else. Why him? Why couldn't he live a normal life? Why did his life have to have shadows of death and fear etched on it? He was holding the fate of the world on his shoulders for crying for crying out loud!
Harry knew that many people would be willing to help him, or even die to help him defeat the dark lord, if it meant keeping Harry and the world safe. This thought was just as disturbing. He had gone through too much pain to stand the thought of loosing other people he cared about.
Harry had lived his life without any real family. No father, No mother, and the only living relatives he had, the Dursley's, hated him. Then finally, finally! In third year, Harry had found an adult who cared about him, who loved him and had adopted him as family. Sirius was a father and a brother to Harry, he was all the family Harry had had. But even that was too good to be true. Harry lost Sirius. Harry lost his parents, Harry lost all chances at having a family: thanks to Voldemort.
And the thought of loosing Ron and Hermione, his two best friends, the only people left that were like family to him, was unbearable. The thought of loosing Ginny, a friend and his girlfriend, someone who loved him, was awful too.
Then there were many, many others. Neville, Luna, Dumbledore, all the faculty, the Weasleys, fellow Gryffindors, members of the Order, and even fellow classmates in different houses! It was a lose/lose situation. Die or have others die for him?
Harry sighed. He knew the more he thought about it, the worse it would get, so Harry quietly tip-toed into his dormitory, got ready for bed, and slipped under the covers, hoping to have peaceful sleeps without death, Voldemort, or the fate of the world in them.
After the girls had left, Ron stretched and let out a big yawn. "C'mon mates, lets go"
Both Neville and Ron got off the couch but Harry remained.
"Harry? You coming?" Ron asked
"No, it's alright. You go ahead, I want to stay up a little later," Harry said
"Alright, G'night Harry"
"Goodnight Ron. Neville." Harry said as he turned his attention back to the dying embers of the fire.
Harry had taken Ron and Hermione's advise and tried to push his thoughts about Voldemort out of his mind the whole summer but they were slowly returning. How could Harry, a 16-year-old boy, defeat the greatest wizard once and for all? Harry no longer feared facing Voldemort, having done so many times before. But in all occasions, he had had his friends and teachers to help him, to save him at the very last minute. Could Harry defeat Voldemort by himself? He doubted it.
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
Harry knew from the prophesy he had heard last year, that either he must defeat Voldemort once and for all, or he himself must die, letting Voldemort rule forever. The thought made Harry want to be someone else. Why him? Why couldn't he live a normal life? Why did his life have to have shadows of death and fear etched on it? He was holding the fate of the world on his shoulders for crying for crying out loud!
Harry knew that many people would be willing to help him, or even die to help him defeat the dark lord, if it meant keeping Harry and the world safe. This thought was just as disturbing. He had gone through too much pain to stand the thought of loosing other people he cared about.
Harry had lived his life without any real family. No father, No mother, and the only living relatives he had, the Dursley's, hated him. Then finally, finally! In third year, Harry had found an adult who cared about him, who loved him and had adopted him as family. Sirius was a father and a brother to Harry, he was all the family Harry had had. But even that was too good to be true. Harry lost Sirius. Harry lost his parents, Harry lost all chances at having a family: thanks to Voldemort.
And the thought of loosing Ron and Hermione, his two best friends, the only people left that were like family to him, was unbearable. The thought of loosing Ginny, a friend and his girlfriend, someone who loved him, was awful too.
Then there were many, many others. Neville, Luna, Dumbledore, all the faculty, the Weasleys, fellow Gryffindors, members of the Order, and even fellow classmates in different houses! It was a lose/lose situation. Die or have others die for him?
Harry sighed. He knew the more he thought about it, the worse it would get, so Harry quietly tip-toed into his dormitory, got ready for bed, and slipped under the covers, hoping to have peaceful sleeps without death, Voldemort, or the fate of the world in them.