It was finally over.
Harry could feel every inch of his body screaming at him. He was covered in grime and blood that was not entirely his.
But at least it was finally over.
He stood there with clothes he stole, a wand that wasn't his, and a body that felt foreign to him.
So, this is what it feels like to fully own my body.
Merlin, he wanted to collapse.
Then he started to hear the cheers of people around him. Harry lifted his head with effort and looked around, he managed to witness people celebrating.
It was finally over.
But would it ever be over for him?
Would his life ever be his own to hold? From the moment he could remember, his life never felt like it was his own.
From serving the Dursleys, to being the savior, a criminal, then a hero to Magical Brittain.
Nothing in this world belonged to him.
It feels like I'm only living on borrowed time.
Harry could hear people running towards him. He looked in their direction and couldn't help but smile.
They were the reason that he kept fighting. They were reason is that he was still standing and ended up victorious. By the gods, he would have given up long before if it weren't for them.
Finding the energy to open his arms to receive them, Harry was immediately engulfed in a hug by a blonde woman who sprinted past the others. He couldn't help but chuckle as he enclosed his arms around her slender body.
He could smell the aftermath of the war from her, but her lavender scent lingering around. He tightened his hold on her as his body started to give up on him, but he was determined to keep standing, at least for a little more.
Soon after Harry was engulfed by what he could only think of a thousand hugs. He could hear them sobbing, thanking him, and reprimanding him for being reckless.
All of this was for them, and all of it was worth it.
Harry could feel the strength of his body slowly ebbing away, starting from his extremities.
"Harry?" he could subtly hear Daphne call his name as his consciousness started to fade away.
Were they keeping his body upright? He didn't know, but Harry felt at peace. Their screams started to fade away. He wanted to tell them it was going to be fine, but he couldn't find the energy to utter even a single word to them.
Despite the chaos, Harry gave out a small smile. He didn't own a lot, not even the clothes on his back at the moment, and the wand he used to end it all, but he did have his friends.
He remembered Dumbledore telling him that love was the most powerful weapon, and he couldn't help but agree.
Cause my love is mine, all mine.
He didn't choose this life, the destiny he was forced to bear, and everything that came along with it. Nothing in the world ever felt like it belonged to him, but love?
The love he gave and shared with those dear to him— it was all his.
No prophecy, no manipulation, no nothing.
It was all his.
a/n
Hi! So, I'm back again. Turns out listening to Mitski's new song makes you dream about it and get you to write that dream down. Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed it. I hope you have a great day/evening ahead! Btw, this is beta'd by rsnm!!!