A/N: Hey guys! I finally have the second chapter posted. I apologize for
taking so long. I had a serious case of writer's block. But here it
is...finally. Oh yes, please don't kill me, but the final battle is not in
this chapter. This chapter is explaining a few things to help you
understand. I think it is essential for you to understand Harry's feelings
here. So please, stay with me! I promise to have the next chapter up within
a week. Thanks to all who reviewed last chapter!
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here, except the plot. This story here is simply here to pass time until the next book.
Invisible Hero: Chapter Two- Brooding
~*~
Harry's POV
Here I am, in a place I never thought I would see again. I thought I would be long gone before I even began to throw a curse at him. Even now, as I am watching my friends and classmates fall dead around me, nothing ceases to surprise me...not in the slightest.
Okay, I take the part back where I said I thought I would never see this place again. I sort of had a wrenching feeling in my gut that somehow, someway, it would end up back here...at my home.
I guess I just didn't want to believe it was really happening. Voldemort knew my weakness. It was only a matter of time before he wore me down. Hermione was right, what she said in fifth year, I do have a "saving people" thing. I didn't realize, until now that is, how much that would hurt me in the end.
But it's not fair, you know? You try so hard to put up a brave front for everyone. You try to fight for what you know is right. But when the end result is not in everyone's favor, everything turns hectic. The person who was brave enough to try to do the right thing gets blamed for the horrible outcome. Not to point fingers at anyone, but I've experienced that quite a few times lately.
Sometimes, late at night when I am left all alone with my thoughts, I wonder if all this is worth it. And every time my mind begins to sway just a little in the direction that it's not, I feel disgusted and angry with myself. Selfish, that's what I am. I am a stubborn, selfish fool.
Oh who am I kidding? This is my destiny, my story. It's not my fault Trelawney made that damn prophecy! It's not my fault Voldemort chose me! But it is my fault people have died, and it is up to me to avenge their deaths. No matter what it takes...I will. Like I said, this is my story. I guess I'm entering the final chapter. And if I want a happy ending, I've got to fight for it.
I knew this time would come. Ever since I was fourteen, and watched the Dark Lord resurrect before my eyes. I knew it would come, but I dreaded it with every shred of humanity I had in me.
~*~
I never thought it was possible to be that scared. Never in my life have I been as terrified as I was then at that one unforgettable moment. Standing on the grounds of my school, fighting with all the people I had gotten to know over the years. And before us stood Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters, fighting back just as fiercely.
To say I was scared is the understatement of the century. But I wasn't scared for myself. I knew this was destined to happen. I was afraid for my classmates and for the Professors who I had come to see as parents. I was afraid for my best friend, and mostly, for the girl I loved more then life itself. All of them fighting to restore peace and harmony to the world. Each of them put up a valiant effort, and to see one fall to the ground was devastating.
For me, the hard part of war is not the fighting, for I am pretty skilled in Defense against the Dark Arts, but the fact that I was not the only one in danger.
I felt responsible for every single person fighting with me. Even though they stood by me because they chose to, it didn't stop me from feeling that sharp pang of guilt whenever someone was hit by a curse from a Death Eater. Every time I saw one of my friends or fellow classmates fall dead, it was like a thousand hot knives plunging into my chest and twisting painfully. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my resolve much longer.
~*~
Hogwarts...my true home. My safe-haven. The one place I had friends; the one place where I could be myself and not have everyone gawking at this cursed scar on my forehead. I never pictured it in ruins. I always thought of Hogwarts as the ultimate stronghold, nothing could tear it down. But I've learned that even the strongest walls can be brought down somehow. Too bad that Hogwarts would be where I and many others would meet our downfalls...
I guess I owe you all an explanation. Dumbledore had informed me that Voldemort had been spotted near the outskirts of Hogsmeade. This had struck me as odd. Why would he hide out somewhere where he could be so easily spotted? It just didn't add up! The idea that it could have all been a trick never occurred to me...until it was too late.
I had waited for awhile, watching...waiting. I never saw a blasted thing. He had been there, though...I could smell it.
Two days had passed and still there was nothing. Until midnight of the third day, when I received an urgent message from Dumbledore. I never would have imagined that three simple words could turn your world upside down. I never expected three simple words could be so traumatizing and have such a great impact on a person. I never imagined it to be possible...but it was.
"Harry...he's here."
Never had I heard such urgency and desperation in his voice. Albus Dumbledore was a man I admired so greatly. Every time things were rough, he always appeared cool, calm, and collected.
Even that time in fifth year in the Ministry of Magic, when Dumbledore had fought Voldemort one-on-one. He never seemed to show the slightest bit of inclination that he was worried, or even afraid.
I guess he knew that this was it...this was the end. And the fact that it was all ending at Hogwarts, at his home as well as mine, really got to him. He knew that the end was coming, but even he didn't know what the outcome would be.
~*~
Please excuse my sarcasm, but I'm not in the best of moods right now. Having just discovered that I was tricked and have therefore put people I love in danger does not result in seeing the best side of a person.
Yes...Voldemort tricked me, just like many others before also. He had ordered a few of his Death Eaters to go to Hogsmeade. By doing so, he knew Dumbledore would send me to investigate. Why Dumbledore was so certain Voldemort was there is beyond me, because he has never been a man to be tricked so easily.
Anyway, it turned out I had been lured there to purposely get me away from Hogwarts. That way, Voldemort had more of a "clear field," you might say. He would have fewer obstacles to get past on his mission to destroy Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and finally...me.
Yes, the three barriers that consistently seemed to foil his plans. And to put it simply...Voldemort was fed up. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now. And what a better way to do it then by using Harry Potter?
First, he would destroy me mentally and emotionally. Then he would go in for the kill. He would hurt me physically.
Voldemort knew that I would feel guilty and hold myself responsible. He knew that it would eat me from the inside out and there was nothing I could do to control it. I can just hear Voldemort's maniacal laughter resounding in my head, never ceasing. The very thought sickens me to no end.
Damn you, Voldemort.
Damn you, Voldemort for being right. It irks me to know that he knew how to get to me. It makes my skin crawl to know he has power over me. He can tamper with my conscience, like I'm some toy, and then completely and utterly destroy me. Or so I tend to think sometimes. But I knew this was his plan.
Always has Voldemort been deceptive. That's how he rose to power so quickly. His deceptiveness has caused the downfall of many great wizards and witches.
I sincerely don't think it's possible for there to be any human left in him. He is pure evil. I don't think of him as a person any longer. To me, he is merely a beast. And as in reality, man will conquer over beast.
Voldemort has caused much despair and turmoil in the world, Wizarding and Muggle alike. And it is time for his reign of terror to end. He will meet his downfall tonight, even if I have to go along with him. I swear it on my life. He might be more powerful and stronger than I am, but it doesn't matter. In the end, justice will be served, and if I have to be a part of it...so be it.
What's one man anyway if happiness is restored to the world? In my opinion, not much if he is willing. If that's what it takes, I will sacrifice myself. I will sacrifice myself for all the people I love. It's my way of repaying them for all that they've done for me; even though I never deserved any of it.
It's my fault they've suffered so much; so if I have to die in order for my debt to be restored, so be it. But Voldemort ought to keep one thing in mind:
I will not go down without a fight...
~*~
A/N: So...what did ya think? Yeah I know, not my best piece of writing, but hey, I felt this chapter was important. I think I owe it to my readers to let them know what's going on, even if it takes a whole chapter. I swear the final battle will be in the next one! So please stick with me for just a little longer. Let me know what you think by leaving a nice review! I love you all to death! -Leah
Disclaimer: I own nothing you see here, except the plot. This story here is simply here to pass time until the next book.
Invisible Hero: Chapter Two- Brooding
~*~
Harry's POV
Here I am, in a place I never thought I would see again. I thought I would be long gone before I even began to throw a curse at him. Even now, as I am watching my friends and classmates fall dead around me, nothing ceases to surprise me...not in the slightest.
Okay, I take the part back where I said I thought I would never see this place again. I sort of had a wrenching feeling in my gut that somehow, someway, it would end up back here...at my home.
I guess I just didn't want to believe it was really happening. Voldemort knew my weakness. It was only a matter of time before he wore me down. Hermione was right, what she said in fifth year, I do have a "saving people" thing. I didn't realize, until now that is, how much that would hurt me in the end.
But it's not fair, you know? You try so hard to put up a brave front for everyone. You try to fight for what you know is right. But when the end result is not in everyone's favor, everything turns hectic. The person who was brave enough to try to do the right thing gets blamed for the horrible outcome. Not to point fingers at anyone, but I've experienced that quite a few times lately.
Sometimes, late at night when I am left all alone with my thoughts, I wonder if all this is worth it. And every time my mind begins to sway just a little in the direction that it's not, I feel disgusted and angry with myself. Selfish, that's what I am. I am a stubborn, selfish fool.
Oh who am I kidding? This is my destiny, my story. It's not my fault Trelawney made that damn prophecy! It's not my fault Voldemort chose me! But it is my fault people have died, and it is up to me to avenge their deaths. No matter what it takes...I will. Like I said, this is my story. I guess I'm entering the final chapter. And if I want a happy ending, I've got to fight for it.
I knew this time would come. Ever since I was fourteen, and watched the Dark Lord resurrect before my eyes. I knew it would come, but I dreaded it with every shred of humanity I had in me.
~*~
I never thought it was possible to be that scared. Never in my life have I been as terrified as I was then at that one unforgettable moment. Standing on the grounds of my school, fighting with all the people I had gotten to know over the years. And before us stood Voldemort and his army of Death Eaters, fighting back just as fiercely.
To say I was scared is the understatement of the century. But I wasn't scared for myself. I knew this was destined to happen. I was afraid for my classmates and for the Professors who I had come to see as parents. I was afraid for my best friend, and mostly, for the girl I loved more then life itself. All of them fighting to restore peace and harmony to the world. Each of them put up a valiant effort, and to see one fall to the ground was devastating.
For me, the hard part of war is not the fighting, for I am pretty skilled in Defense against the Dark Arts, but the fact that I was not the only one in danger.
I felt responsible for every single person fighting with me. Even though they stood by me because they chose to, it didn't stop me from feeling that sharp pang of guilt whenever someone was hit by a curse from a Death Eater. Every time I saw one of my friends or fellow classmates fall dead, it was like a thousand hot knives plunging into my chest and twisting painfully. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold my resolve much longer.
~*~
Hogwarts...my true home. My safe-haven. The one place I had friends; the one place where I could be myself and not have everyone gawking at this cursed scar on my forehead. I never pictured it in ruins. I always thought of Hogwarts as the ultimate stronghold, nothing could tear it down. But I've learned that even the strongest walls can be brought down somehow. Too bad that Hogwarts would be where I and many others would meet our downfalls...
I guess I owe you all an explanation. Dumbledore had informed me that Voldemort had been spotted near the outskirts of Hogsmeade. This had struck me as odd. Why would he hide out somewhere where he could be so easily spotted? It just didn't add up! The idea that it could have all been a trick never occurred to me...until it was too late.
I had waited for awhile, watching...waiting. I never saw a blasted thing. He had been there, though...I could smell it.
Two days had passed and still there was nothing. Until midnight of the third day, when I received an urgent message from Dumbledore. I never would have imagined that three simple words could turn your world upside down. I never expected three simple words could be so traumatizing and have such a great impact on a person. I never imagined it to be possible...but it was.
"Harry...he's here."
Never had I heard such urgency and desperation in his voice. Albus Dumbledore was a man I admired so greatly. Every time things were rough, he always appeared cool, calm, and collected.
Even that time in fifth year in the Ministry of Magic, when Dumbledore had fought Voldemort one-on-one. He never seemed to show the slightest bit of inclination that he was worried, or even afraid.
I guess he knew that this was it...this was the end. And the fact that it was all ending at Hogwarts, at his home as well as mine, really got to him. He knew that the end was coming, but even he didn't know what the outcome would be.
~*~
Please excuse my sarcasm, but I'm not in the best of moods right now. Having just discovered that I was tricked and have therefore put people I love in danger does not result in seeing the best side of a person.
Yes...Voldemort tricked me, just like many others before also. He had ordered a few of his Death Eaters to go to Hogsmeade. By doing so, he knew Dumbledore would send me to investigate. Why Dumbledore was so certain Voldemort was there is beyond me, because he has never been a man to be tricked so easily.
Anyway, it turned out I had been lured there to purposely get me away from Hogwarts. That way, Voldemort had more of a "clear field," you might say. He would have fewer obstacles to get past on his mission to destroy Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and finally...me.
Yes, the three barriers that consistently seemed to foil his plans. And to put it simply...Voldemort was fed up. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now. And what a better way to do it then by using Harry Potter?
First, he would destroy me mentally and emotionally. Then he would go in for the kill. He would hurt me physically.
Voldemort knew that I would feel guilty and hold myself responsible. He knew that it would eat me from the inside out and there was nothing I could do to control it. I can just hear Voldemort's maniacal laughter resounding in my head, never ceasing. The very thought sickens me to no end.
Damn you, Voldemort.
Damn you, Voldemort for being right. It irks me to know that he knew how to get to me. It makes my skin crawl to know he has power over me. He can tamper with my conscience, like I'm some toy, and then completely and utterly destroy me. Or so I tend to think sometimes. But I knew this was his plan.
Always has Voldemort been deceptive. That's how he rose to power so quickly. His deceptiveness has caused the downfall of many great wizards and witches.
I sincerely don't think it's possible for there to be any human left in him. He is pure evil. I don't think of him as a person any longer. To me, he is merely a beast. And as in reality, man will conquer over beast.
Voldemort has caused much despair and turmoil in the world, Wizarding and Muggle alike. And it is time for his reign of terror to end. He will meet his downfall tonight, even if I have to go along with him. I swear it on my life. He might be more powerful and stronger than I am, but it doesn't matter. In the end, justice will be served, and if I have to be a part of it...so be it.
What's one man anyway if happiness is restored to the world? In my opinion, not much if he is willing. If that's what it takes, I will sacrifice myself. I will sacrifice myself for all the people I love. It's my way of repaying them for all that they've done for me; even though I never deserved any of it.
It's my fault they've suffered so much; so if I have to die in order for my debt to be restored, so be it. But Voldemort ought to keep one thing in mind:
I will not go down without a fight...
~*~
A/N: So...what did ya think? Yeah I know, not my best piece of writing, but hey, I felt this chapter was important. I think I owe it to my readers to let them know what's going on, even if it takes a whole chapter. I swear the final battle will be in the next one! So please stick with me for just a little longer. Let me know what you think by leaving a nice review! I love you all to death! -Leah
