The wretched path.

The wretched man sat down. Despised by himself he was withered and lacked a sense of self.
In a crowd he was faceless. In a conversation he was mute. But outside this world, he was a legend.

Harry Potter had married Ginny Weasley and Ron and Hermione were due up the aisle soon. Hogwarts had been rebuilt after Voldemort's final destruction and even Snape's ghost had married Moaning Myrtle.

The wretched man was only this free spirit in this world of fiction, posting glib and happy supportive reviews and notes to the stories of others. Although his own stories were rather bland he had amassed a small band of devotees - mostly school girls, but an army of power nonetheless.

Then one day, he was caught.

"I loved this! More please!" was the damning proof of his treachery.

His reviews were stopped. His ID removed and his banishment made final.
All he wanted was to write stories. These were the only words he could muster. He had tried far too hard but had fallen far too short.

The wretched man stood up but could not move on.

Hermione took his hand and led him to a corner to sit down again. She smiled and he felt less embarassed. If he was to dance to the music inside his own head, at least he would not dance alone.

Harry Potter found Hermione Granger sitting alone in an empty playing field. She smiled and the pair returned to their world.
The grass grew high around the wretched man until all memories of him were lost forever.

Harry Potter and all characters therein are strictly rights of J.K Rowling. This story is no no way officially connected to Harry Potter and borrows only the names for non-commercial use.