Heroes

Heroes

Harry walked passed portrait after portrait of the people who, in respect, either bowed their two-dimensional heads to him or whispered a sullen ‘Hello.’ It wouldn’t have mattered if they shouted curses at him; Harry would not have cared in the slightest.

He walked silently past the glassless windows, and, as he did so, he looked down upon the shimmering silver water of the lake. His eyes magnetically drifted over to the large, white tomb which stood, just mere inches away from the waters edge. Harry’s heart contracted with the regret and pain of ever being born.

He sighed, and, with his head bent down, he continued on his route to the Gryffindor common room.

How much pain could one person feel?

After mumbling the password, which he had gotten from Neville, to the Fat Lady, Harry climbed through the portrait hole.

The groups of students who were already inside the oval-shaped room fell silent, and all their eyes watched as Harry Potter walked past them without uttering a single word and made his way up the stairs to the boys sleeping quarters.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw that the bed that he had slept in for the last six years was neatly laid out, as if it hadn’t been touched since he left the school. He sat down, and he didn’t try to stop the tears that ran down his cheeks.

Why was everything his fault?

If he had never been born, his parents would not have died, and the tri-wizard tournament wouldn’t have ended with the death of Cedric Diggory.
Sirius would never have been sent to Azkaban for most of his life for a crime he had never committed. He would not have followed Harry to the Ministry of Magic where he fell through the veil, consequently ending his life.

Dumbledore wouldn’t have been killed by Snape, because if Harry wasn’t born, Snape wouldn’t have been ordered to kill the headmaster.

Lupin and Tonks, having not been involved in the war, would be still alive and would be a happy family with their son, Teddy.

Hedwig would have had a loving family and would still be spreading her wings in her mid-night hunts.

Dobby would have never known the difference of being free or a slave and would probably still be obediently serving the Malfoy family.

Colin would still be flashing his camera at exciting and amazing objects he found in the school.

All these deaths were Harry’s fault, and he wasn’t going deny it, it was the truth. Everyone secretly thought of it, but no one said it to his face.

Harry rubbed his hands over his aching, and tear-soaked face.

After a couple of minutes of just sitting in silence and staring out of the window at the stars which twinkled above him in the night sky, Harry stood up and walked over to the dresser.

An ink bottle, quill, and parchment sat on top of its smooth, wooden surface.

He dipped the point of the quill and settled it over the parchment, a drop of black ink splattering the sheet. He bit his tongue as to try to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. He started to write his goodbye….

Harry trudged down towards the lake, the grass crunching under his feet. The wind rushed around him, making his coat flap madly behind him and his hair blow backwards off his face.

“Harry!”

He turned on his heel, and his heart dropped as he saw Neville run down to him, a huge smile on his face. “The Gyrffindor’s are having a party to celebrate the end of the school year!”

“I-I,” Harry stuttered.

“Oh come on Harry! They’re waiting for you,” he said as, without warning, he took hold of Harry’s hand and started to drag him back up towards the castle.

Harry’s felt like crying. He wanted to cry for being weak, for not saying ‘no’ to Neville, and for not going on with what he was planning on doing.

“There’s a chocolate cake and everything!” Neville said excitedly, not noticing the quiet and depressed Harry who trudged behind him.

Harry listened as he said the password to the Fat Lady, and the two of them clambered thought the portrait hole to be met by the rumble of loud cheers and clapping.

“Here!” said Ginny and she shoved the small paper plate into Harry’s hand before kissing him directly on the lips.

“Thanks,” Harry said, looking down at the brown slice of cake he was holding.

“Is everything alright?” Ginny asked, noticing for the first time the sad expression that etched across the features of her boyfriend.

“Yea,” Harry answered, forcing a smile on his face.

Ginny smiled back before heading into the crowd, and Harry placed the cake onto a table, even with the room full up with people, Harry felt totally alone.