Authors note: I do not own any characters created by J.K. Rowling. Full credit goes to her for all situations and information mentioned in any of the 7 books or interviews, etc. as well. However, the storyline of this fanfic is all me and the little voice in my head.
*year 6 - age 17*
"HORCRUXES?"
As in, more than one?
OH.
DAMN.
The good times really just kept on coming, didn't they?
First, there was this random megalomaniac chasing my best friend.
Then, we had the whole 'for one can not live while the other survives'.
And now the guy apparently was as good as immortal and -
And he had an unknown number of pieces of his soul sailing about?
Could we
SERIOUSLY
Never
Get
A
BREAK?
I mean - I loved Harry, I really did, and he was like the brother I never had and all, but -
The boy had THE worst luck ever.
And it's not that I minded going with him, because, well, I'd never really known it any different.
And he didn't ask for it.
And he really was the best friend I could ever have wished for.
And he was funny, and loyal, and he knew how to get Ron to listen to him.
And there actually was some sort of hidden charm to it, never having to worry about life getting dull or too boring.
But I felt sort of sorry for him.
He'd already lost everything.
And somehow, everytime he gained a parent, some sort of family, he seemed to just lose them again -
And he always found a way to blame himself for that.
And then he found out why.
And to have a prophecy, the most fickle, twistable, multi-interpretable thing of all reasons to have something bad happen to you, to have that be the reason for all of it...
But this went one large step beyond the 'usual madness' of something like a prophecy.
This sounded, well, just vile.
And he had no choice but to go for them, because it was the only possible way for him to have a chance at survival.
And no matter how slim that chance might turn out to be, he had to grasp it.
And we would be there, Ron and I, just like every other time.
We would try to be there, we would try to help him, we would try to help him survive.
And that was a scary thought - terrifying even, but we would be there.
Because he deserved his friends with him.
Because he deserved every chance he could get to live.
Because he needed a break every once in a while.
But really - he had some rotten luck.
And still:
"HORCRUXES?"
You can say what you want, but it's true: Harry Potter has the worst and the best luck anybody could have - and they usually both show on the same day, or the same hour... As usual: please let me know what you thought by reviewing, favoriting and/or following!
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