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Harry mounted his broom in silent thought, was his true self really capable of being dark? As he flew off he heard Lupin and Moody having a heated discussion about him, but he had to get to The Burrow and he had to let his broom do he flying as he didn't know where exactly to fly, he'd never flew there before. As he entered the odd house that he'd known as a second home the four Order members who he'd just seen were there, and by the looks of things they'd already told everyone what he had done because there was shock on every face in the room.
He was guilty, but the part of him that was proud of the power he had was also glad he had killed that Deatheater as it meant one less servant for Voldemort, one less person who would be able to murder innocent wizards, in his mind he was thinking he ha done the right thing after all how was the war meant to be won if the Order and everyone else only defended and didn't attack? It all seemed simple to him as he finally realised the times would be dark but he would end this war, through good magic or dark, what did it matter as long as Voldemort was dead and the war was over?
He tried reasoning with everyone, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and a few others agreed with Harry's way but some said it was totally against what they were fighting against.
"So all of a sudden it's the magic and not Lord Voldemort who we are fighting against? Well now then that war won't ever be over as long as people have thoughts, everyone is capable of dark and light magic" Harry yelled.
Everyone seemed to be shouting, this was the first argument the Order had with each other which just showed how much Dumbledore had effected everyone, Moody kept repeating that Harry has developed a short temper and should be careful, Harry thought he was being treated like a child…….again.
Harry knew he couldn't stay here so while the others were arguing he spun round on the spot and thought of Godric's Hallow, he disapparated to the place his parents were murdered, this was the first time he'd apparated on his own and it actually worked, he smiled to himself. The place where his parents died lay straight ahead of him, his throat tightened as he saw that the house was in ruins and it looked like no-one had touched it since that night when his life was ripped apart, his anger rose suddenly as he tried controlling it, he walked through the doorway into the last place he'd spent time with his parents while they were alive, this was getting way too hard for Harry to cope with, his emotions were just too much as he saw dried blood stains all over the place, most probably his dads blood from the battle with Voldemort. His anger rose as he walked into the next room, this must've been where his mother had taken her last breath trying to protect Harry, there was hardly anything left in this ruin, he wanted to find something to take away with him but all hopes for any good memories were dashed away from him.
He didn't think of what he was doing as he walked back into the first room, reminded of the death by the blood of his father who had duelled with Voldemort to save him, then Harry's anger rose to high for him to control, he let all his anger out at once, he thought that if he couldn't have any memories of his own parents in that house then no-one should ever, he had his rights taken away so he had the right to do the thing that came into his mind next….he lifted his wand, pointed it in front of him to the blood-stained room n he muttered "Incendio." Flames rushed from the tip of his wand, the flames snaked their way through the house, torching everything and just before the roof caved in Harry whispered "Goodbye" he spun on the spot and disapparated…..disappearing into the night.
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