1st Harry Potter fic. I hope you enjoy! Let us know what you think either way.
(P.S. I know it's short but needed to get it started)
For the sake of it: I don't own Harry Potter and have no rights to anything to do with it etc. etc. but just had a story I wanted to write.
Chapter 1
Harry sat in the small dark room staring at the bundles of paper spread out in front of him on his desk. The only light in the room came from a small candle near the corner of the desk, which had nearly burned the whole way down. The flickering light from this candle reflected eerily off Harry's glasses and the shadows caused Harry's sullen face to appear sunken and grim.
Harry was no longer taking in anything from the papers in front of him but had long since been lost in his thoughts. After all that he had done for the wizarding world, he was now nearly as feared as Voldermort. He couldn't believe how many people now refused to say his name. Like the words Harry Potter were all of a sudden bad words. Had he not saved them? Had he not done what was necessary? Had he not sacrificed everything? Everything!
He had lost so much, he had lost everything and as repayment was he to have only the people's fear, their antipathy? Had he lost everything only to become an outcast?
Harry sunk in his chair, pain brewing up in his chest, as the sorrow rose as if bubbling up from the bottom of his toes only to catch in his throat. He had lost his family and his friends. In every way conceivable, Harry had lost everybody that had ever been close to him. He had lost himself.
Harry's head bowed low. How long had it been since he last slept? He found it hard to close his eyes, he was always afraid of what he might see. Harry felt a burning behind his eyes like small fires scratching at his pupils. So much had changed. So much pain had entered his world and Harry knew he was responsible for a large part of it.
Harry had hurt so many people, people he hated and people he loved. He had hurt them all. Harry wondered if he could ever find himself again. Find the real him under all this pain and sorrow.
A single tear fell from Harry's eyes and splashed loudly on the desk below him.
The surprise of the noise snapped Harry out of his thoughts. He looked down at where his tear had splashed the page underneath him and remembered why he had done all that he had.
Harry's face hardened, he pulled back the tears from behind his eyes and scowled at the pages below him. He had hurt a lot of people but who had suffered more than him? He had done what was necessary. It had been the only way. It had been the only way. Harry felt like this phrase had become his mantra. When despair started to rise in him, he would remind himself that all that he had done had been necessary and whatever the consequences were, it had been the only way.
"THE ONLY WAY" Harry suddenly shouted as he grabbed the flame from the candle in his hand plunging himself into darkness.
Harry leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes in the hope of finally finding some sleep this night.
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