Tomorrow
I will die
By Anna Kate
My name is Harry Potter. And Tomorrow I Will Die.
24-years-old…. 23 years since my parents died for me. 9 years since Sirius died. 8 years since Dumbledore and Draco Malfoy were killed. 7 years since Hagrid was killed. 6 since Luna was murdered. 4 since Hermione threw herself in front of the Death Eaters. 2 since I lost my first and best friend.
Why has it come to this? Why are so many dying in the streets, pleading for mercy and yet getting none? Why? Is it because some cruel, deranged killer is out to get them? Is it because some God up there hates them? By Merlin, why?
I'm sitting by a window in a castle. The castle is Hogwarts; my first and only home. My place of thought, contemplation and above all, love. I love it here; I love the way that, wherever I am in this ancient place, I can still hear owls cooing softly in their sleep. Wherever I belong, this is my one true place.
But times are changing, and I must change with them. Hogwarts is no longer safe for its students, not while I hide in the chambers and long winding corridors. I must leave here, I must face my destiny. I read a book once; maybe one you've heard of. The Saga of Darren Shan? The man there, Mr. Tiny, Mr. Des Tiny. He controls our fate, but once in a while he messes up and someone gets the better of him. I won't spoil the book for you, but I feel like Darren; about to usurp destiny.
It is our, Voldemort and my, destiny; one shall live and one shall die. But no more.
One shall be murdered; the other shall die too.
Good bye, my friends, and be merry. Weep for me no longer, as I am dead and gone but I have left this world happy and joined my mother, my father, my friends and my family in the sky, in the eternal paradise called Heaven.
I leave you with this;
Do
not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I
am the autumn wind that blows,
And the diamond glints on the snow.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the sweep uplifting
rush...
of quiet birds circled in flight.
I am the star that
shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not
there, I do not die.
My name is Harry Potter. And Tomorrow, I Go Home.
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I apologise for how long it took me to update this. The ending is quite sad, really, but I wanted it to be. Harry Potter is going home! This was written for all those who've been sad recently, and for who've been lost to us. We miss them, but we live in their memory and we shall carry on their memory for as long as we live.
Thank you, everyone.
-Anna Kate