Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I am merely using them for a little fun.
A.N: Well this is my first entry and I'm not much of a writer, but hey, I can officially say that I gave it a shot! I'm doing this to try to improve my writing skills because they pretty poor.
Little quiz: Can anyone tell me where the Horror speech comes from? It has been modified a little…
He didn't know how he had ended up in this world. He had had the opportunity to finally meet his parents and reunite with Sirius. Today had been his first mission in this new world. They had sent him on some silly mission, but it had gone wrong. They had almost been captured by the Death Eaters, and had it not been for Harry murdering one of the said Death Eaters, they it would have been fatal for them all.
"Oh James, why is he so cold? He is only twenty year old, how is that possible? My baby… he is capable of killing without remorse! You saw what he did! It was as if he had done it his whole life! He's… he's a …. He's a murderer! Oh why James, why?" lily said with a sob
"I don't know sweetheart, I don't…" James started to say before he was cut off by a new voice.
"I don't think you understand what I've lived through. In my world I was the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, the saviour of the wizarding world" Harry said with venom.
"According to everyone I was going to kill Voldemort. Since I was a year old, the world thought that I was their saviour. You have to understand what I learnt so long ago. I don't think you understand…
I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. Yes, I've killed many men. But even with that knowledge, you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me if you please to. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me.
Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies. How do you think Voldemort got so powerful?" Harry added with a hint of amusement.
"I remember when I was on a mission. My first mission that I commanded. Seems a thousand centuries ago. We went to a town make sure muggles were safe. We left the town after we had taken the right precautions for those muggles to be safe for a little while more, then this old man came running after us. He was crying so much he couldn't even see. We went back there and they had come and hacked off every head of the children. There they were in a pile. A pile of little heads. And I remember... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget."
He paused, "And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we were. Because they could understand that these were not monsters. These were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love, even if they didn't show it... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that.
If I had ten divisions of those men, then our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... Because it's judgment that defeats us. Remember that." He added and left before anyone could say a word.
They would probably come to talk to him later. He had a feeling that this was going to be a long night…