A/N: Just a sad little something. Harry's POV and his thoughts on the Golden Trio. This one doesn't end in scar, but it doesn't bother me much, it shouldn't bother you. Happy reading and PLEASE review!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I'm just a hopeless fangirl.
Three. We were always three. We had always been three. I could never have imagined us as any other number. Sure, sometimes Ginny would join us, and sometimes Ron and I would go off on our own, but in the end, we were always three. Ever since that day when we knocked out the mountain troll in the girls' toilets, we were three from that day on…that seems like such a long time ago now. We'd been through so much together, everything. School, love, danger, heroism, we did everything together, experienced everything as one. I sometimes used to think of leaving them, of doing it on my own, but now I realize that I would never actually have gone through with it. I would never have left them. Because I needed them as much as they needed me. We were three: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The Golden Trio.
But I guess the Golden Trio wasn't meant to be, wasn't meant to last. Things don't stay gold. Our gold turned to black. One of our three was lost. It was a shock to us all, I think. We didn't realize what we were doing. We thought that by having each other, we were shielding each other from harm. But our gold couldn't last. And it didn't. The Horcruxes claimed her life. We never thought it would happen to her. I saw her as invincible. Always the first to know exactly what it was we were dealing with and how to fix the problem. She couldn't fix the problem anymore. She was gone.
Two. We hadn't always been two. We were once, but only for a short while. Sure, we were best friends. Maybe we had always excluded her a bit. She was the smart one. She was the girl. But we hadn't realized how much of an influence she'd had on our lives, how much we'd loved her. Without her, things took much longer, things were much more confusing, things didn't flow the way they used to. And every scene passed by in a whirl of color first before it could be more closely examined for what it truly was. We were limited. But we did our best, for her. We tried to do what she used to, so that we might become complete again, even without her. But it was never the same. But we did what we could, and we did it for her. We made it through another Horcrux all on our own. There was only one more left. And we found it too. We destroyed it. But we paid a price.
I guess the team of Potter and Weasley wasn't meant to last either. Maybe it was always meant to be just me, alone. I didn't think I could go on, not after losing him too. I swore after Hermione that I wouldn't let it happen again. But it did. And I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for that. Because it was my fault. It was my quest. I'd always thought of leaving and going alone. But I never realized what I would actually have had to leave behind. I would have had to leave Ron and Hermione behind, willingly. The thought made me shiver. I was forced to go alone. But I know that had they been there, I would never have gone by myself.
One. I am one now. And I did it. I defeated him. I killed him. I vanquished him. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Because it was that man that left me alone. It wasn't my fault they were gone at all. It was his. And I took his life because he took mine. He took my life by taking my friends, my family. It's unfathomable to me that the Golden Trio has been whittled down to one. I thought that we were unbreakable. I thought that what we had would survive everything. Maybe it still has. Maybe it will survive death. I don't know yet. But I know that even though I'm one, I'll never be alone. I may be one. But I'm one of three. In my heart I'll always be a part of the Golden Trio.