Post by harry on Jul 24, 2012 15:58:27 GMT
The months that had passed, since the war, felt far less real than the ones previous. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, felt without a sense of real purpose. They’d been spending so much time discovering the mystery of Voldemort, and then hunting for the Horcruxes, and now they were just, what, ordinary wizards again? It wasn’t even that being ordinary was where the problem lied, no, that wasn’t it at all. It was the fact that despite their win against the Dark Lord, they’d lost more than they’d gained. Harry had lost his last remaining family, his godfather, Sirius Black. Remus and Tonks son had lost his parents. Ron had lost his brother... Countless other witches and wizards had died that day in behalf of his cause. Voldemort had been after him, nonetheless. He’d led the Dark Lord straight to Hogwarts, and straight to everyone else! Now the school was being repaired, and everyone was mourning the loss of the witches and wizards who’d lost their lives that night. Hermione had, in a way, lost her parents as well. He hated that every time he turned around someone had to make sacrifices for him, unnecessary sacrifices that brought nothing but sorrow and pain.
Standing in Diagon Alley, where so many of his childhood memories lied, Harry waited for his best friend to show. She said she’d wanted to meet him, so here he was. He may have been a bit scarce for a while, or at least tried to be… He couldn’t hide the guilt he felt for all that happened, and all of what he couldn’t fix… People were going back to Hogwarts, not just to help with the repairs, but to retake their former year. With all that had gone on, no one could really have been able to focus on their studies, not to mention they were unable to take their NEWTs. So what if he didn’t want to go back, so what if he didn’t want to face all of the people that no doubt blamed him for their losses? Was it too much to ask for some peace, at last? But there never will be peace, because no one will forget what happened, he thought to himself, not realizing that he’d stopped in front of Ollivander’s. He turned to look inside the dark shop, hoping to see things back to the way they were, with young wizards waiting eagerly to receive their wands. Nostalgia took a firm grip of him, and despair overshadowed his features.
What would things be like if they could go back to the beginning, if he hadn’t lived? If he hadn’t become an accidental Horcrux that Voldemort could put to his use? Somehow, feeling sorry for himself didn’t feel like it’d fix much of anything, or do anyone any good, but even so Harry couldn’t stop wondering about the what if’s. Hermione would probably tell him that he was being ridiculous, and that after all that had happened he should be focusing on the sole fact that Voldemort was indeed gone. But maybe she wouldn’t… He felt like he could hardly face Ron at times, but then he knew he had to. He had always hoped that neither one of his friends would ever feel the pain of losing a loved one, like he had.
Harry continued to stare into Ollivander’s, his mind wandering to when Hagrid had presented him with Hedwig, his Snowy Owl. A brief, and faint smile, lit his face, just for the tiniest of moments. She was gone too, and all she’d wanted was to protect him. All his parents had wanted was to protect him…
Standing in Diagon Alley, where so many of his childhood memories lied, Harry waited for his best friend to show. She said she’d wanted to meet him, so here he was. He may have been a bit scarce for a while, or at least tried to be… He couldn’t hide the guilt he felt for all that happened, and all of what he couldn’t fix… People were going back to Hogwarts, not just to help with the repairs, but to retake their former year. With all that had gone on, no one could really have been able to focus on their studies, not to mention they were unable to take their NEWTs. So what if he didn’t want to go back, so what if he didn’t want to face all of the people that no doubt blamed him for their losses? Was it too much to ask for some peace, at last? But there never will be peace, because no one will forget what happened, he thought to himself, not realizing that he’d stopped in front of Ollivander’s. He turned to look inside the dark shop, hoping to see things back to the way they were, with young wizards waiting eagerly to receive their wands. Nostalgia took a firm grip of him, and despair overshadowed his features.
What would things be like if they could go back to the beginning, if he hadn’t lived? If he hadn’t become an accidental Horcrux that Voldemort could put to his use? Somehow, feeling sorry for himself didn’t feel like it’d fix much of anything, or do anyone any good, but even so Harry couldn’t stop wondering about the what if’s. Hermione would probably tell him that he was being ridiculous, and that after all that had happened he should be focusing on the sole fact that Voldemort was indeed gone. But maybe she wouldn’t… He felt like he could hardly face Ron at times, but then he knew he had to. He had always hoped that neither one of his friends would ever feel the pain of losing a loved one, like he had.
Harry continued to stare into Ollivander’s, his mind wandering to when Hagrid had presented him with Hedwig, his Snowy Owl. A brief, and faint smile, lit his face, just for the tiniest of moments. She was gone too, and all she’d wanted was to protect him. All his parents had wanted was to protect him…