Memoirs of Fate

A man once told me that to truly live, one must suffer and conquer the pain and with yearning in the heart one must long to live.

A task that is by no means easy to do because vulnerability is the key to do this test. But by no choice of mine I was plunged into this darkness and only I could save myself and survive.

I was only eleven when I learned of my dual self for I was in fact a wizard by blood. My parents had fought Voldemort and died, any who met him death was their fate. But by some miracle or by the hands of destiny I was the true lone survivor and by the chains of fate I would be tied down to a challenge I could not digress, to fight him and kill him or die trying.

Along with some companions my years in Hogwarts grew to be a battle playground as Voldemort tried to kill me in any chance and way he could.

'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger' a true fact of life. My magic grew stronger each year as I survived each battle with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I learned to forget my dreams and my desires, to forget myself and become the tool I was meant to be. In doing so my life became a burden to me. I did not want this, it was not my choice yet when I resist the chains of fate they tied me tighter to a destiny I could not fight. It was a losing battle.

Many times I lost hope and courage but I realized the world depended on me their lives burdened my shoulders. Their dreams crushed my chest and many times I couldn't breath. I hardened my heart and focused my mind to solely concentrate on one goal, to become strong and kill Voldemort before he did.

'The end is near' truly indeed, I squared my face as my eyes made contact with familiar red eyes.

"We meet again" his voice shook with determination and with dread.

"We're two sides of the same coin, our fate will be decided when it lands. Only one conqueror and one is going to be overpowered" I said as our wands fired their first spells. It went on till the fear of death drained from our eyes and self-confidence took root in his red eyes. Seeing that gave me an advantage he was losing ground by thinking he had a hand over me.

"Avada Kedavra" the green light filled the air between us, and I hardly blinked as I saw his body falling. My vision blurred with tears his dreams and his goals had been stopped by me.

He had uttered those hateful words with his anger and hatred but it had reflected back on him. Our wands had been connected, their purpose fulfilled they exploded into shameful shards never to be used again.

I dropped to the ground on my knees lifting my arms towards the dark sky. Tears falling I opened my heart and bared my soul to the silent night.

Pain shot through me, sobbing I curled up on the ground and stayed there till the tears dried up.

I opened my eyes to see the blue sky and to hear the birds chirping.

A new day to a new beginning, yet why did I feel so empty?

A new road of life, yet why did I feel so lonely?

Sadness swept the rest of my questions, I stood up to see the battlefield, and many had died from both sides. Slowly I walked towards the rising sun.

I was their victor, I was their hero, and I was Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived.