A/N hello people this chapter is basically all Harry's point of view and I
hope you liked it because I really liked writing it and its mild angst so
if you don't like I apologize well here it goes
Harry leaned back on the couch; he'd had a horrible day
Everything seemed to be going wrong.
He closed his eyes trying to will away that nagging feeling, a yearning for some one to love him a yearning for some one to hold him a yearning for some one to take his life and let him free.
He felt it in his stomach, he felt it at the back of his throat, and He felt it with every fiber of his being.
He wanted a normal life, he wanted some one to hold and love.
He wanted a life that would never exist for him.
The thought of tomorrow made him clutch the couch in agony; he wouldn't be able to face them.
The agony eating away at his soul and at his very existence was getting strong each day with each passing moment, and with each passing thought. He knew it would soon consume him.
Sometimes he wished he had never found out about the magical world, wishing it were all a dream a mere illusion, one he could wish a away and never think of again.
But, he opens his eyes and sighs a deep bitter sigh, alas it would never happen.
As he stood to walk for his room for the bed that was his only sanctuary from the world, but never from the pain. He thought about all the good things in life, the only things that would keep him alive in this cruel bitter world.
And yet he laughed a true cynical laugh not caring who heard and not thinking anybody would care.
Such few good things he had, such few precious memories he with held, and so few he would ever get.
He knew he was doomed for a life of barren hatred and of utter bitterness, he would accept it; embrace it as he always has.
For it was of course
The only way he knew how to live
Always in darkness and always in pain
They were a part of him
A part of him he would never escape.
A/n hope you liked it
Midnight
Harry leaned back on the couch; he'd had a horrible day
Everything seemed to be going wrong.
He closed his eyes trying to will away that nagging feeling, a yearning for some one to love him a yearning for some one to hold him a yearning for some one to take his life and let him free.
He felt it in his stomach, he felt it at the back of his throat, and He felt it with every fiber of his being.
He wanted a normal life, he wanted some one to hold and love.
He wanted a life that would never exist for him.
The thought of tomorrow made him clutch the couch in agony; he wouldn't be able to face them.
The agony eating away at his soul and at his very existence was getting strong each day with each passing moment, and with each passing thought. He knew it would soon consume him.
Sometimes he wished he had never found out about the magical world, wishing it were all a dream a mere illusion, one he could wish a away and never think of again.
But, he opens his eyes and sighs a deep bitter sigh, alas it would never happen.
As he stood to walk for his room for the bed that was his only sanctuary from the world, but never from the pain. He thought about all the good things in life, the only things that would keep him alive in this cruel bitter world.
And yet he laughed a true cynical laugh not caring who heard and not thinking anybody would care.
Such few good things he had, such few precious memories he with held, and so few he would ever get.
He knew he was doomed for a life of barren hatred and of utter bitterness, he would accept it; embrace it as he always has.
For it was of course
The only way he knew how to live
Always in darkness and always in pain
They were a part of him
A part of him he would never escape.
A/n hope you liked it
Midnight