The Only Option Left
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a cool breeze came from across the lake, brining the smell of fresh water. Harry leaned back against a beech tree, staring at nothing in particular.
"Damn it all." He muttered, throwing a stone into the lake. He should have never told, he should have never said anything. At least then he would have gotten a few days of peace.
But life came roaring back. Harry sighed getting to his feet. There really were no choices. He could delude himself in thinking that he could choose not to regain his memories, but he knew it was a foolish notion. His memories were him, and like Dumbledore said, he may have forgotten things, but Voldemort hadn't.
"Who knows. It may not be that bad." Harry muttered, but he laughed bitterly. He may have forgotten people and events, but he still remembered the after effects. The moments of depression, anger, and sadness. Those still stayed with him, but they weren't a burning feeling, they had healed.
"Harry?" A voice said.
Harry whirled around and faced Ginny.
"Hey." He said.
"Are you okay? You look mad and sad." She replied.
Harry grinned, a very forced grinned. "Yeah, I'm peachy keen." He said.
Ginny frowned. "I wanted to talk to you." She said.
"Can it wait? I'm kinda busy here.' Harry said. "I have a lot on my mind."
Ginny glanced across the lawn. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later." She said, turning and hurrying away.
Harry shook his head. He didn't feel bad about brushing her off; his mind was too busy occupied at the moment. He turned and glanced across the lawn, sighing as he saw Hermione making her way toward him. "When you just want peace and quiet to think." He muttered.
"Was that Ginny?" Hermione demanded.
"Yeah." Harry said.
"What did she want?" Hermione folded her arms across her chest and glared at the disappearing figure of Ginny.
"I don't know. To talk she said." Harry replied, closing his eyes and leaning against the beech tree.
"Well? Did you talk?"
Harry sighed. "No. I told her I'd talk to her later. I have some things to think on."
"What things?" Hermione said, a little anger in her voice.
"Like deciding if I should get my memories back." Harry snapped.
"Oh." Hermione said. She sat down beside him, quiet for a moment. "What have you decided?"
"I have no damn choice in this matter anyway. I've been thinking it over all night long, but there's nothing I can do. There's only one option left open to me." Harry said, rubbing his eyes. Exhaustion seemed to have suddenly fall upon him.
"Can I do anything to help?" Hermione asked.
"No." Harry responded. "Just be prepared for a reappearing of Moping Harry."
"What?"
"Never mind." Harry got to his feet. "I just wanted to say that I had a good time with you at Hogsmeade."
"Don't talk like that. You make it sound like you're dying or something." Hermione said.
Harry shrugged. "Who knows." He laughed darkly. "You could call it a death, a death of the person you see standing before you."
Hermione frowned. 'You're Harry, you'll always be Harry." She said firmly.
Harry sighed, running his hands through his already disheveled hair. "Yeah, well I'll be seeing you in three weeks, I guess." He grinned.
"I'll go with you." Hermione said, getting to her feet.
"There's no need." Harry said.
"Call it emotional support." She said.
"Thanks." Harry muttered. He grinned when Hermione slipped her hand into his and they made their way across the lawn.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a cool breeze came from across the lake, brining the smell of fresh water. Harry leaned back against a beech tree, staring at nothing in particular.
"Damn it all." He muttered, throwing a stone into the lake. He should have never told, he should have never said anything. At least then he would have gotten a few days of peace.
But life came roaring back. Harry sighed getting to his feet. There really were no choices. He could delude himself in thinking that he could choose not to regain his memories, but he knew it was a foolish notion. His memories were him, and like Dumbledore said, he may have forgotten things, but Voldemort hadn't.
"Who knows. It may not be that bad." Harry muttered, but he laughed bitterly. He may have forgotten people and events, but he still remembered the after effects. The moments of depression, anger, and sadness. Those still stayed with him, but they weren't a burning feeling, they had healed.
"Harry?" A voice said.
Harry whirled around and faced Ginny.
"Hey." He said.
"Are you okay? You look mad and sad." She replied.
Harry grinned, a very forced grinned. "Yeah, I'm peachy keen." He said.
Ginny frowned. "I wanted to talk to you." She said.
"Can it wait? I'm kinda busy here.' Harry said. "I have a lot on my mind."
Ginny glanced across the lawn. "Yeah, I'll talk to you later." She said, turning and hurrying away.
Harry shook his head. He didn't feel bad about brushing her off; his mind was too busy occupied at the moment. He turned and glanced across the lawn, sighing as he saw Hermione making her way toward him. "When you just want peace and quiet to think." He muttered.
"Was that Ginny?" Hermione demanded.
"Yeah." Harry said.
"What did she want?" Hermione folded her arms across her chest and glared at the disappearing figure of Ginny.
"I don't know. To talk she said." Harry replied, closing his eyes and leaning against the beech tree.
"Well? Did you talk?"
Harry sighed. "No. I told her I'd talk to her later. I have some things to think on."
"What things?" Hermione said, a little anger in her voice.
"Like deciding if I should get my memories back." Harry snapped.
"Oh." Hermione said. She sat down beside him, quiet for a moment. "What have you decided?"
"I have no damn choice in this matter anyway. I've been thinking it over all night long, but there's nothing I can do. There's only one option left open to me." Harry said, rubbing his eyes. Exhaustion seemed to have suddenly fall upon him.
"Can I do anything to help?" Hermione asked.
"No." Harry responded. "Just be prepared for a reappearing of Moping Harry."
"What?"
"Never mind." Harry got to his feet. "I just wanted to say that I had a good time with you at Hogsmeade."
"Don't talk like that. You make it sound like you're dying or something." Hermione said.
Harry shrugged. "Who knows." He laughed darkly. "You could call it a death, a death of the person you see standing before you."
Hermione frowned. 'You're Harry, you'll always be Harry." She said firmly.
Harry sighed, running his hands through his already disheveled hair. "Yeah, well I'll be seeing you in three weeks, I guess." He grinned.
"I'll go with you." Hermione said, getting to her feet.
"There's no need." Harry said.
"Call it emotional support." She said.
"Thanks." Harry muttered. He grinned when Hermione slipped her hand into his and they made their way across the lawn.