Letter to the Stars
After Voldemort's defeat, Harry writes a letter to Sirius.
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A/N I wrote this a couple of months ago, and yeah, I'll upload it. Tell me what you think of it with a review.
Dear Sirius,
It's been so long, and so much has happened. I wish I could share it to you, but I guess I can't do that. So I'll write it all down on this paper and wherever you are, looking down on me, you'll be able to read this over my shoulder.
Voldemort's been gone for a while now, and as everyone guessed it was me who defeated him. I'm not sure if you heard of the prophecy, and what it contains, but I reckon you knew it was me who was gonna finish him off.
For Voldemort may be defeated, his power broken. But he lives in the memories of those who lost loved ones to him. He was the direct and indirect cause to so many deaths. Even though he won't be able to add any new hurts to people, the old ones stay in our hearts, because those who he killed are still dead.
I didn't know what would happen when I defeated him, but I thought I would feel different somehow. But I don't. In fact, I feel just as lost as that eleven-year-old boy who was just told of the Wizarding World. Now Voldemort is no longer casting a shadow over my life, I have no idea what to do with it.
I never planned this far ahead because I wasn't sure if I would live this long. But as it turns out, I did. When I was fifteen, I wanted to be an Auror. But it turns out that I only felt obligated to do it because of Voldemort.
I've used Voldemort's name quite a lot so far, and so I should. He has been the greatest influence in my life, not a positive one, but it was an influence. Because if wasn't there, guiding my life on it's pre-chosen path, I wouldn't be where I am today.
I am not sure if that is a good thing or not. On one hand, I am alive and am mentally and physically stronger due to the misfortunes I've suffered through. But on the other hand, I am no idea where I am today. Yes, I am in a room in the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. And yes, I am sitting at my desk writing this letter.
But I am nowhere, without direction. I'm looking out the window, Sirius, and I see the stars. And I see you shining at me, telling me to cheer up. But I don't know how.
I know I should get a job and start a family. But I show no particular inclination to follow that path. I always thought I was destined for something greater. When I was a sixteen, I thought it was to get rid of Voldemort. But as I said before, he is now gone, and I still feel this feeling.
There's something I still have to do, and I think I know what it is. I have to let go. Because you won't be coming back, Sirius. There is no 'beyond the veil' because those who are dead stay dead. I always had some hope left, that you would come back and help me.
But you're not.
I'm going to seal this letter and throw it at the stars. Because I know you're up there, watching over me with Mum and Dad. I know it will fall back down due to the laws of gravity, but as long as you've read this, it doesn't matter.
Because I'll always be here, lost on the path.
Harry.