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Goodbye Forever
8 years it's been. 8 years exactly since me and my friends found out we were wizards and witches (except maybe in my friend Ron's case). 8 years since we first met on the scarlet train to Hogwarts. 8 years, that's how long the Golden Trio have been friends.
It's been 18 years since we were born into a world of terror, fear and fright that nobody could escape. 17 years since the first, and possible most significant, downfall of the most feared and evil wizard ever known. And then finally, it's been 7 months, 26 days, 18 hours and 36 minutes since the final defeat of Voldemort.
For 7 months, 26 days, 18 hours and 36 minutes, both the wizarding and muggle worlds have felt a need to live once again as peace and happiness has been restored in their hearts. People in both worlds (whether they are aware of it or not – mainly muggles) have felt at rest and enlightened by the fact the threat of fear and terror has past.
I sit here today, writing this letter to the rest of the world and wonder why I can not be happy. I've been happy ever since I discovered the world of magic, but now, even when the threats have past, I have not felt more sad and alone. I cannot smile.
Throughout the 18 years of my life, I have managed to go through hell and back again several times and the results of that have been mere scars and bruises. And yet, I have watched others beside me, fighting for the ones they love, die before me, when yet I have survived yet again.
Expressing this on paper would be highly impossible, because even though many people around the world may have lost those close to them, I feel somehow that they do not feel alone as I have everyday for the past years.
If asked who, out of the people I have lost, I miss the most, many people expect me to answer my parents or my Godfather, and yet somehow I do not feel that I miss them the most. It is fact the two people who have been there always, helping me fight for the world and bringing justice to it. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley both gave their lives, along with others, in the final battle almost 8 months ago now. They were there for me both as friends, and as partners in the countless number of fights we were in.
So by now, as you can probably gather, the Golden Trio is no more and it seems that Voldemort managed to succeed in what he wanted for me. For me to suffer whilst I watched the ones I love die before my eyes. My parents, my godfather, my headmaster, my friends, my girlfriend (Ginny Weasley) and finally, the rest of the Weasley family. They were the closet thing to a real family I ever had. And now I am left alone.
Although everyone knows my name and "loves" me, I do not love them and I will never feel loved by those left in the world as I do not know them and I cannot know them and be happy without thinking about the past. I have everything that anyone could ever wish for except for those that love me. So once this is read, please make do of all the money that I have and do something worthwhile as I will not need it.
For nearly 8 months now I have felt alone and I have finally had enough. I am off to find those who have left me and join them to finally live happily once again.
So this is me, Harry James Potter, saying goodbye forever.