Title: Chasing Death
Author: Vampsarecool
Rating: G
Beta: Roedhunt
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary:You don't know this, but Harry knows more about Death than you think.
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't Harry or any of Jk's creations
A/N: So this is my FIRST fic and ONLY fic. Anyway Roedhunt said I
should post and so here it is:
Since the age of 11, I was taught that I was supposed to kill and
that I was a soldier in an army that goes into battle against
darkness. This is my sole purpose in life and I know it's useless to
have any other goal. I know I am tool and simply nothing more. Along
my journey to the final battle, people think that I'm a troublemaker
hell bent on bringing pain to those around me. Right, like I get up
every morning to endanger the people I have come to call my family.
It's not my fault that they come with me when I run into danger's
grasp. But they love me and want to spare any pain that I will have
in the future. What they don't know is that even though I love the
fact that they want to protect me, they can't stop the inevitable.
What they don't know is that I seek out my death each and every time
a scrimmage is brought to my attention. I do not fear death now
because when I seek it out, I own it. I control death when it comes
to me, and I will be joyful when it does come to my turn to die. I
just really wish that the people I love would stop trying to protect
me, because when I die on their "watch", I know it will be more
painful for them in the long run. Unfortunately, I know they won't
leave, and I'm forced to bring them along into my quest for death.
Since the age of 11, I was taught that I was supposed to kill and I
was a soldier in an army that goes into battle against darkness. I
am now and will always be ready to die.