AND HE WAS GONE
"Alone he stared, at the cupboard's ceiling, dreaming, thinking of a he that was forever gone. Never to return, Never to comeback left only the memories, of what he did in life."
A/N Ahh yes once again I have been bitten by the lets write a story bug...but the good thing about this one is that all the chapters are pre-written so all of them will be posted. I'm a bit lazy so I made sure I wrote out all the chapters before posting them. Well anyways review my story and if anyone wants to beta please do.
Disclaimer: All rights and what not belong to J.k. Rowling and whoever else may have bought them. Me I own the plot line.
Chapter 1-Pain Consuming
Pain Consuming
Grief Aflame
The boy wishes he was never born
Harry stared up at the ceiling, his eyes seemingly void of emotion. The room around him looked like no one had cared for it in weeks. Which no one really had. Since the day he got back from Hogwarts Harry had locked himself in his cupboard feeling unworthy of him room. Rising only to eat every so often although it was more or less picking at his food, go to the bathroom and write letters to the Order. Those all looked a bit like this.
Everything at the Dursely's is fine.
-Harry P.
Other than that dust had been allowed to gather, and cobwebs allowed to appear. But none of that mattered for Harry refused to care. All he knew was that he was at fault for Sirius's untimely death. The only parental figure he remembered had left him alone.
Pain Consuming
Grief Aflame
Wishing with all his might
Silent tears began to fall down his face. The grief began to consume him. First his parents, then Cedric, now there was Sirius. How long he thought that others must die in his sake. If only he never existed then perhaps things may be different. No longer would this eternal pain consume him. No longer would there be deaths in his sake just life. As the tears began to flow heavily and grief wracking his body he silently wished that he were gone.
Pain Consuming
Grief Aflame
He wished till he all but gone
High above in another plane a lone soul heard his wish. With a quiet whisper the world disappeared. Down below while the pain still consumed him light seemed to fade away. Sensing something strange Harry sat up and glanced around the room. The pain in his heart momentarily suppressed. As the confusion shone on his face a look of horror passed before his eyes as the world around him faded and changed to become a new. With barely even a whisper he was gone unable to realize the great mistake that had been made. Elsewhere a lone prophecy began to change.
The dark one shall come and unleash his fury
On only one exists who can overcome
Lost though is he
Existing only in the inexistence
Although two can save him a lover and a friend
The friend a head of fire
The lover a seeker of knowledge
Together they shall incite strife
But with the trio complete powerful they may be
Listen carefully and listen close
Quickly seek our hidden hero
And forget the others that may be
For a false hero shall come to take his place
But all for naught for he alone hath the real power
Against the one who seeks to destroy