Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, bah humbug!
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Hello, my name is Harry Potter…
Many people, friend and foe alike, know me as the Boy who lived…
But as of now, People know me as the Boy who died…
And I think that I'm alright with that…
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I always knew that one day I was going to die. I knew that either way, if it be by the hand of the dark lord Voldemort, or by the passing of time, I would someday be dead… That's because everyone who is anyone has to die… Whether a person likes it or not, welcomes it or not, everyone who was once born has to die. You enter this world, but you have to soon leave it. As soon as you are born, you're already in the slow path of demise.
Some fear it, some do not. Some like myself did not fear it, but nor did I welcome it…
You know, some people say that when you die, it's all over. Everything that you were is finished, done, gone… But that's where people are ignorant because they have never once tasted death. People, who say that, if they be Wizard or Muggle, are only frightened. So frightened to let go of a life that was so dear to heart and soul. But in reality, when a person dies, it's only the start of a new beginning. It's like the starting of a new morning, where you have the whole day ahead of you, consisted of different and diverse paths.
It's where you soar through durations of galaxies and time, each minute, each second but a lifetime in the blink of an eye. Through tunnels and holes, beginnings and ends, Alphas and Omegas… You don't even need a broomstick to do it, because you are the sky, the winds, the stars, the moon, the night. You become everything, everything all at once. You are nameless, undistinguished and alien, but then you are even the impossible. But, there is only one thing that you are not when traveling through this endless journey to the other side… and that is the living…
I know how it was to live, breathing and feeling every day… Even though I still feel, I do not breathe, I do not eat. I'm just sort of there where no one could find or see me, not even hear me. I guess you're wondering, do I like being dead? I really can't answer that question because I both love and hate it. Death is where you can no longer feel pain or gain, just peace while soaring perpetually through the universes. Death is hateful because you are leaving behind parts and spaces of you that can no longer be filled. You loose the winds of change and chance. Only by the presence of those who once held a special place in your heart can a person be completed once more.
Ginny…Oh, my beloved Ginny…
Ron…
Hermione…
How I died, you ask? Do you really want to know? Nay, I did not die at the receiving end of Lord Voldemort's brother phoenix core wand. I died because I chose it. I died because I had to. I had chosen this path or else the dark lord would have swept across the wizarding world, leaving his mass veil of devastation and carnage, smiting genocide upon all the free peoples. I died for the people. I died for my family and friends. But most importantly, I died for my love.
I died for Ginny…
And for her, I accepted it…
Still want to know my story? Still curious? Alright then… I'll tell you my story. A story about how I planned to defeat the dark lord. A story where I planned to die for the sake of Ginny Weasley and my two best friends. A story how I was dead but lingered among the living. And lastly, a story where I was the sacrifice.
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A/N: well, I certainly hoped that you liked the beginning. This was the only chapter that was spoken like Harry's diary. The rest will be third person. R&R!