The Ceaseless Dream
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
Author note: Please do not judge this piece to roughly, for it is my first work that I have been bold enough to publish. If I get any facts from the books wrong, please inform me of my mistakes so that I can immediately fix them. Thank you so much for reading my first fic!!!! Enjoy thoroughly!!!!!
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Chapter Three
Harry opened his eyes when Hermione and Ron left for breakfast. He gently picked up Crookshanks and put him down on the floor. The cat walked in a circle mixed for a bit on the carpet then lay down purring as loud as ever.
Harry looked around the common room. No one was there, yet he felt a presence. Why does this always happen to me? I don't understand it! Why can't I just be a normal wizard, like Ron, or Neville? Well, Neville isn't exactly normal, but even being a total clutz like him would be better than being the boy who defeated "He who must not be named"! Thought Harry angrily.
"You know what, Crookshanks?" said Harry to the cat.
In response, the cat purred.
"I hate being me. I hate not knowing my parents! I hate everything that happens to me!!! I hate my life!" he ended his rant in a much louder tone. "I might as well just die and get it over with! At least then..." he cut off with a sigh. His eyes filled with tears. "At least then, I could live up to my precious name and be sure that Voldemort isn't the one who finishes me off!"
He got out a piece of parchment, and a fresh quill and bottle of ink, and began scribbling a note.
When he finished, he read it out loud, "Dear friends (I would say family, but mine wouldn't care), I am sorry that I must put you through this pain. But I am sure that it will be next to nothing compared to the pain that I have endured throughout the years! But I must tell you, I cannot handle being "The Boy Who Lived" anymore. And the only way to stop being him is to, well, die. But I will not fall to Voldemort, I will fall by my own hand. Again, I am truly sorry for what I am about to do. Goodbye. Signed, Harry."
He put the note on one of the many end tables in the Griffindor Common Room. He took off his glasses, and wiped away the tears. He walked over to the window and opened it. He stepped out onto the ledge...
Author's note: Sorry about how short this Chapter is... And the suspensefulness of it... Is that a word? Probably not, but that's okay with me!!!! Well, enjoy! I will post the next chapter as soon as possible!
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
Author note: Please do not judge this piece to roughly, for it is my first work that I have been bold enough to publish. If I get any facts from the books wrong, please inform me of my mistakes so that I can immediately fix them. Thank you so much for reading my first fic!!!! Enjoy thoroughly!!!!!
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Chapter Three
Harry opened his eyes when Hermione and Ron left for breakfast. He gently picked up Crookshanks and put him down on the floor. The cat walked in a circle mixed for a bit on the carpet then lay down purring as loud as ever.
Harry looked around the common room. No one was there, yet he felt a presence. Why does this always happen to me? I don't understand it! Why can't I just be a normal wizard, like Ron, or Neville? Well, Neville isn't exactly normal, but even being a total clutz like him would be better than being the boy who defeated "He who must not be named"! Thought Harry angrily.
"You know what, Crookshanks?" said Harry to the cat.
In response, the cat purred.
"I hate being me. I hate not knowing my parents! I hate everything that happens to me!!! I hate my life!" he ended his rant in a much louder tone. "I might as well just die and get it over with! At least then..." he cut off with a sigh. His eyes filled with tears. "At least then, I could live up to my precious name and be sure that Voldemort isn't the one who finishes me off!"
He got out a piece of parchment, and a fresh quill and bottle of ink, and began scribbling a note.
When he finished, he read it out loud, "Dear friends (I would say family, but mine wouldn't care), I am sorry that I must put you through this pain. But I am sure that it will be next to nothing compared to the pain that I have endured throughout the years! But I must tell you, I cannot handle being "The Boy Who Lived" anymore. And the only way to stop being him is to, well, die. But I will not fall to Voldemort, I will fall by my own hand. Again, I am truly sorry for what I am about to do. Goodbye. Signed, Harry."
He put the note on one of the many end tables in the Griffindor Common Room. He took off his glasses, and wiped away the tears. He walked over to the window and opened it. He stepped out onto the ledge...
Author's note: Sorry about how short this Chapter is... And the suspensefulness of it... Is that a word? Probably not, but that's okay with me!!!! Well, enjoy! I will post the next chapter as soon as possible!