His legs turned to jelly, and his heart was pounding a million times every second. The sound pulsed in his ears, his hands shook, and his forehead was damp with perspiration.
Walking shakily over to his bed, Harry Potter went over all possible scenarios in his head.
"It might not be a ministry owl" he tried to keep himself calm; it wasn't working very well.
"Think what the headlines would say," sneered a little voice in his mind – it sounded remarkably like Cho Chang.
"The press would have a field day!" Gasped Harry, then another voice interjected.
"Harry Potter Expelled" sang Rita Skeeter, "Ooooh! How juicy – Harry what do you have to say on the subject?" Harry was sweating more and more every minute – what would he do without his magic? Hogwarts was like a second home to him. 'There it is again – Hogwarts isn't my first home anymore … I wonder why?' He shook himself out of his thoughts, and focused on the situation at hand.
"Oh … is the ickle baby Potterkins scared?" asked Bellatrix Lestrange.
"Oh God, I'm hearing voices again, and I know there aren't any snakes around this time. I'm really going insane now! Okay, lets see, I have an evil wizard after me, I'm being expelled and I am going mad; could my life get any worse?" the boy paused, and then quoted an old friend – "I shouldn't have said that." Thinking of some more colourful language he had learnt at Hogwarts, the young man relieved the bird of its burden.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, or are near death. Perhaps this is true, perhaps not. We may never know the truth to this, just as we may never know if there is life after death or not. Life is not a fantasy, and those who die cannot live again in that way. Whether you believe in rebirth, heaven, hell or even the living force, we all know that life is lived just once before it changes forever. Perhaps we do go onto another world, another plane of existence, or maybe we are reborn with no memory of our previous life. Either way, those who have gone through the journey cannot tell us what to expect, cannot reassure us that everything will turn out for the best. Those who have their lives flash before them cannot tell us the truth of untruth of the myth; the people whom may have experienced it cannot disillusion us.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, or are near death. Perhaps this is the truth; maybe it is a lie. Either way, Harry Potter saw the last five years at Hogwarts come and go. His time was up; he was going to be expelled, and for him, that was the equivalent of being killed. Hogwarts was Harry's life. Without it, he might still be in that dreaded cupboard. Without it, he couldn't be trained to defeat Voldemort. Without Hogwarts … Harry Potter's life would be meaningless.
He would be expelled…
Get sent to Azkaban for committing such a crime…
He was innocent – just like Him.
Just like Sirius.
Suddenly, Harry's legs buckled, and he fell in a heap on the dirty carpeting of his room. The letter fell away from his hands as he curled up into a small ball, releasing everything he had been bottling up inside. The balled teenager wept for the last remaining person he had loved. As he cried, he remembered all of those happy times they spent together over the last summer holidays and at Christmas.
… How Sirius' face would light up when Harry came into the room …
… The first time Sirius hugged him …
… The first time Harry hugged Sirius …
… The last time they had hugged each other …
The boy shook his head, as more tears spilt out of him, as if he was trying to remove the memories from his head. It only served to bring another forceful wave forward, as if spurred on by his thoughts of getting rid of them.
… Sirius singing at the top of his lungs …
… Harry joining in …
… The pranks they pulled on Gred and Forge …
That fabulous prank war that everyone seemed to get into.