Inside everyone there is a hidden darkness.
An unknown dungeon in which to lock their pain away.
And eventually, whether wanted or not.
The hate, fear and sadness reveals itself for all to see...
It was late and it was quiet. The night before the leaving feast, the last feast before the end of the school year and Harry found that he could not sleep.
Unlike most his year of age, he could not feel any happiness in departing from Hogwarts. It had been his home, his only sanctuary. He had no family, not anymore and he wouldn't see his friends much at all in the coming summer. Harry never felt so alone.
He pushed away the blankets covering him and turned to let his feet touch the cold floor. Just beyond the great window of the dorm and into the sky, lay millions of bright orbs of light embedded in the night sky. It reminded him of Sirius, his parents, and Cedric.
Harry ran his fingers through his dark unruly hair... All of them, their deaths were due to Voldemort. And without knowing why, Harry felt that during this last year he would encounter the Dark Lord again. He closed his eyes. 'I will kill him, if it means that my death will occur as well.'
He was awaken from his thoughts when Ron's voice came to his ears. "Mate...Why are you still up?" the redhead questioned from his own four posted bed.
Harry calmly looked over, his face pale in the moonlight. "Just thinking...that's all. I'm going to miss Hogwarts"
"Aren't we all?" Ron laid back with a sigh. "You should try to get some sleep."
Harry smiled, it was haunted. "Goodnight." Unknown to his friends, Harry had slowly fallen into a great depression over the year. Tonight it was of it's climax.
He stood up once he heard Ron's loud snoring and tucked his wand into the pocket of his pajamas. Harry went into the common room, where the fire still burned. He stared into the flames. He felt someone, something calling him... His scar burned dully. "I believe tonight, is the night," he whispered.
He made his way to the portrait of the fat lady and left abruptly, ignoring the lady's questions. Upon his features was a determined look. He knew that Voldemort was there, on this night. His bare feet padded on the stone floor.
He heard a faint meow and turning quickly, he looked back to see Mrs. Norris staring at him with her large green eyes. "Go ahead and tell him." he grumbled. Filch was least on his mind. He turned his back on the feline and went through the gates out into the grounds.