Harry Potter and theSuperlative Ability

By FrighteningShadow

Disclaimer: All characters and plot lines mentioned in the official Harry Potter series are copyright J.K. Rowling. Copying and/or infringment not intended.

Hi! Really sorry I haven't posted for a while, but I've sorta been banned from the computer for a little bit. I'll try to update more often.

.BETA WANTED.

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Harry sank down onto his bed and held his head in his hands, thinking of his relatives and wishing them peace. He didn't miss them, really- it wasn't as if he was ever close to the Dursleys- but it was his lack of family that was tearing out his heart.

Right now, right here, he was the last Potter. Hell, he was the last Evans, too. There was no one, no one at all. And it hurt.

Ron was so, so lucky. He had everything- a sister, brothers, loving parents, privacy- everything Harry so dearly wished for. His depression turned to jelousy and rage, and he threw his pillow to the floor with such strength that it burst open into a feathery mess.

He held back his tears and let out a breath of air he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It felt so bittersweet- he was free of his horrible relatives, yet he was now an orphan. His anger built up again as he thought, Without Voldemort, I'd be a normal kid. If he hadn't been born, I could have as big a family as Ron's. I could have siblings, and parents, and Sirius, too! I could've had everything.

As he thought about it, his ire got stronger and heavier, and before he knew it, his quill on the nightstand was under flames. Harry panicked and ran the sink's water over it from the connected bathroom. He sighed and flopped on his bed.

He had put up a brave face ever since Sirius had died, masking his agony, his guilt and his shame. His broken heart was hidden from view, lost behind his facade of happiness. And now, he found that the pain simply wouldn't hide away from the world any more. It had been there for so long, so very long, and now, his disguise was crumbling around him, his heart splintered and his brain throbbing. He came up with a lone thought- he couldn't slip away like he was used to. He had to confront this, or it would result in his downfall. And if he fell, so would everyone else. He couldn't ignore it any longer- he needed peace. If not for him, then for his family, his friends, and everyone else who was counting on him. He would fight for everyone else, so they never lost their families as he had. He would be ready, and he would win.

He had to.

The world was going to be free of Voldemort's clutches one day. If he died in the process, so what? It would be worth it. His death wouldn't kill anyone else. If the Dark Lord was gone, he wouldn't be needed. Yes, he thought, Dying wouldn't be so bad. But if I go down, he's coming with me.

If anyone had taken that moment to check on Harry Potter, they wouldn't see the broken, depressed teen he used to be. They would see that the fire in his eyes was rekindled, his back a little straighter, and his thoughts hell bent on life. If anyone had been there, they'd see Harry Potter regain his soul.

And Albus Dumbledore saw it all.

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I know it's short, but it's still a chapter. REVIEW!