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Weight of Depression

Chapter Five: Harsh reality

He flicked through the photo album for a long time, Looking at each individual photo for a long time. He stopped and looked at one particular photo for a long time. It was a picture of his parents and Sirius, all waving at the camera. He himself was in it also. He'd crawl across the ground towards his mother who would pick him up.

One lone tear escaped his eye. He quickly brushed it away. He refused to get too emotional. But he couldn't help but wonder if everything had been different. If he hadn't been the boy-who-lived, just a normal teenage wizard with a family. But he shook those thoughts out of his head; there was no point pondering over something that would never happen.

He stood up and shook the dirt off his robes. He put to album back into the pocket of his robes and picked up the broom. He began to walk along the bank of the lake, just out of view from people looking out of the castle.

He decided to go further into the shadows of the forest. As he went further in, he got to a clearing. The clearing had a large tree in the centre with a swing hanging off one of the large branches. As he got closer to the tree, he saw a carving in its thick trunk. It was a heart. In it read-

L.E

J.P 4ever

Harry ran his hand along the lines. He went and sat on the swing. It swayed slightly with the wind. He tried to forget about everything, about his life and his thoughts. His mind suddenly flicked to Voldemort and the prophecy. Hatred surged through his body at the thought of Voldemort. He was the cause for the life Harry had. Harry had never wanted to hurt Voldemort as much as he did at that moment.

Harry stood up and stalked back to the castle. On the way back, he accidentally blew up and a shrub. He put the broom back in the storeroom and was on his way back to Gryffindor tower when he heard a wise voice behind him.

"Hello Harry, could I see you in my office?"

Harry turned around. Dumbledore was standing before him. Harry knew that he couldn't get out of this situation. He reluctantly nodded and followed the professor up to his office. Harry uncomfortably sat on one of the seats in front of Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore walked around the desk and sat on his seat. "

First, you'd be happy to know that we have found your broom in the dungeons," Dumbledore said.

He nodded to wards the door. Harry turned around and saw his firebolt leaning against the wall. Harry turned back around.

"And you do know I will have to punish you for skipping class?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry nodded.

"You will have detention with one of the professor's tonight," he said.

"I can't tonight, I've already got detention" Harry mumbled.

Dumbledore thought for a moment.

"Then tomorrow, 7:00," Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded and stood up. It was only the first day of term and he had landed himself with two detentions. Harry made his way to the door and picked up his broom.

"By the way, Harry, your Gryffindor captain" Dumbledore said, just as Harry was leaving.

Harry pretended he didn't hear the last part. He just kept walking. For once, he didn't think Quidditch could lift his spirits. He made his way up to Gryffindor tower. He sat in his favourite chair by the fire and began to think.

Harry snapped out of his trace when a hand began to wave in front of his eyes. He looked up to find a very angry Hermione standing before him.

"Why didn't you come to class today?" Hermione said, trying to keep calm.

Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Harry, its only the first day of term, you know your throwing away your future!" Hermione said.

"I already know my future and it has nothing to do with school!" Harry said, standing up and walking out of the room.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

Hermione shook her head. For once, she didn't have the answer.

Harry stormed down the hallways of Hogwarts. He stopped when he reached the room of requirement. He went in. he was in a deserted park. There was a bench in front of him, he sat on it. He couldn't remember the last time he was happy.

'I'm probably doomed to be miserable all my life' Harry thought.

Harry let out a hollow laugh.

He looked next to him on the seat. There was a packet of cigarettes on the bench next to him. He lowered his hand towards them. He took one out and lit it. Harry sighed and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked in the smoke. He knew if he didn't stop soon he would become addicted, but he didn't really care at that moment. He just decided to keep smoking the cigarette and trying to forget about his life.

He nearly died of shock when he looked at his watch and it was 7:50. Harry jumped up. He disposed of the cigarette and performed a spell to get rid of the smell of smoke. He ran down the stairs towards the dungeons. He burst through to doors just as the clock chimed 8:00.

"So nice of you to join me, Mr Potter" Snape said

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