If someone were to ask Harry Potter what he was thinking at the moment the answer would be a little shocking. At the moment he was thinking of multiple ways to set the smirking plant in front of him on fire. Not the most heroic thoughts the once savior of the wizarding world had ever thought, but there they were.
Harry wasn't a hero or savior anymore. What kind of hero failed to protect the world he cared about when it really needed him? He did obviously, back then he was so young and scared of making everything worse that he really didn't do anything.
He wasn't willing to involve any of his people in the efforts he was making to stop muggles from destroying the earth. He didn't listen to his friends when they asked him the most important question in their situation.
What if the problem couldn't be resolved peacefully?
At the time the war had been fresh in his mind, easily summoned by the mere mention of violence of any kind. It had hurt him when his friends mentioned the possibility. He had shouted at them more angered than he could ever remember being, reminding them of all the loved ones they had lost.
He had bulldozed over Hermione's attempted logic's of the war by reminding her of all the innocent children that had gotten involved only because they were related to the dark side. He had informed her that it would be the same if they started another war when they really didn't have to.
His friends had become angry with him, but they understood him more than anyone else in the world. They didn't argue with him anymore after that, and when the muggles seemingly came to a stop in their misguided efforts to kill the planet they accepted what Harry had said before and decided they had been mistaken.
His friends had been right, but they had died of old age thinking he had been correct all along.
When the muggles started to ravage the world once more it had been almost a century since they stopped. The children born into the wizarding world since that time had been raised to believe in peace and reject any form of violence, just as their hero Harry Potter had done.
Realizing his mistakes Harry had attempted to take his friends advice long after they had been buried. It was no use though the wizarding world wouldn't hear his pleads, often liking him to an old warmonger they just ignored him and let the situation get completely uncontrollable.
It was his fault in the end, he hadn't listened to his surrogate family or his best friends. Karma was his reward when the wizarding world wouldn't listen to him.
After that there was nothing he could do, it was almost like he didn't belong in the world but since he was there the only thing he could do was watch.
He had cried bitter tears when the last of the magical world had died and cursed every muggle for their part in it.
What kind of hero would curse an innocent person? Not all muggles were evil or power hungry. Some of the muggles had fought just as hard as he had maybe even harder to save the planet. When his heart had stopped hurting so much Harry had remembered this, he was sure that they cried tears just as bitter as his when they failed.
Magic was a powerful thing and curses shouldn't be played around with. Once he realized what he had done Harry had immediately rescinded his curse and prayed that no one had gotten hurt by it. It was too late though his magic had responded to his agonized cries and lashed out at the beings who had caused his pain.
His curse had been unfocused and without purpose, so it had been dormant for a few decades before it took shape. It became an Imperius spell, and without a caster to direct it basically ran out of control. In the end before he could stop it there had been a war in Venezuela.
A lot of muggles had died because of him, instead of being happy that they had lost so many like he had he felt self loathing. Many of those people had lost their lives for no reason and many others would have to live ruined lives because they witnessed war.
They were innocent people who didn't know any better and he had punished them for crimes they hadn't committed. Once more he cried bitter tears, but this time no curses or words of any kind escaped his mouth. He had learned his lesson, if he could speak curses as easily as he pleased then he could just as easily not speak at all.
Harry took those words to heart and for the next two centuries continued his vow of silence without breaking it once.
Now in this forest he had broken that vow twice in one day, no wonder the damn plant was smirking. It wasn't every plant that could boast about making Harry Potter break a vow he made two centuries before. The thing was practically twitching with happiness at the moment and Harry couldn't help but admire the plants audacity.
Picking up his goo covered glasses from the end of his nose Harry calmly folded them and tucked them into the v of his sweater, a little more goo wouldn't hurt them. Being covered in this goop wasn't on Harry's top ten "What I want to be covered in" list, but taking out another pair of clothes when his hands were also covered in it would just ruin them.
He very much doubted that the plant would allow him to wipe off his hands on it, probably just spit up on him again in retaliation. On the other hand if this plant threw black goo on people, what would the other plants around him do if he got to close? Yes, best not to wipe his hands on any form of plant at the moment. Never know when one might decide that it too didn't like Harry's face and throw up acid all over him, not a very pleasant thought.
Harry would have attempted an Aguamenti spell to wash off with if he wasn't so afraid of it accidentally going wrong and turning into a permanent sticking charm. He could just imagine walking around as a black goo monster for the rest of his life.
No it would be a better idea to look for a stream or river of some sort near by. Taking that thought into account Harry glanced down at his pink purse, which was remarkably the only thing not covered in black tar, making sure it was secure without touching it. Harry wouldn't put it past Hermione to charm the purse to expel rabid birds if someone touched it with dirty hands.
Seeing that it was as secure as it could be Harry turned in a complete circle and decided that he had no idea which way to go. Looking at the plant once more Harry came to a quick decision, any direction opposite of the smirking plant was the right direction. Turning a one-eighty from the plant Harry started to pace away from it. Just before he lost sight of the plant that looked like the Hogwarts sorting hat he gave it a one fingered salute.
A/N: I'm working on chapter six right now. I'm really excited, the next chapter is were things get interesting!
I wonder if anyone noticed the little tid bit of information I put into this chapter? If you did your probably wondering how I'm going to use it. I always did love a good mystery!
Tell me what you think!
Till next time! ;)