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Death
Harry lies in a hospital bed. He thinks about death. Such a morbid subject, yet Harry is unafraid. He has lost his parents, his godfather, his mentor, and even a little of himself to death. He has given Voldemort to death. Harry is tired, and he wonders whether death will end his grief.
Harry does not consider himself suicidal. He thinks that suicide is cowardice. But he wonders. What would it be like to die? To be nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, to feel nothing?
His thoughts wander. He thinks of Ron and Hermione. He has not seen them for a while. Have they come to see him, perhaps when he is asleep? Or have they stayed away, because they assume he does not really want to see them?
Harry probes his own feelings, realizing, with a little surprise, that he does not want to see Ron or Hermione. He is lonely, but he does not want company. He wants to be alone.
Why?
I am lonely, he thinks.
Why do I not want company?
Is there something wrong with me? This is not very funny, but Harry laughs to himself. It is his last thought before he falls asleep.
Death
Harry lies in a hospital bed. He thinks about death. Such a morbid subject, yet Harry is unafraid. He has lost his parents, his godfather, his mentor, and even a little of himself to death. He has given Voldemort to death. Harry is tired, and he wonders whether death will end his grief.
Harry does not consider himself suicidal. He thinks that suicide is cowardice. But he wonders. What would it be like to die? To be nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, to feel nothing?
His thoughts wander. He thinks of Ron and Hermione. He has not seen them for a while. Have they come to see him, perhaps when he is asleep? Or have they stayed away, because they assume he does not really want to see them?
Harry probes his own feelings, realizing, with a little surprise, that he does not want to see Ron or Hermione. He is lonely, but he does not want company. He wants to be alone.
Why?
I am lonely, he thinks.
Why do I not want company?
Is there something wrong with me? This is not very funny, but Harry laughs to himself. It is his last thought before he falls asleep.