'Who really believes in fate?' though Harry, looking out the window in his dorm at Hogwarts. 'And if there
is such a thing, we have no control over it.' Harry sighed, and
turned away from the window, where snow was falling softly.
'If I had control over my fate, there'd be no Voldemort, no Dursleys; my parents would still be alive.'
Harry Potter, 18 years old, 7th year student at
Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, sighed again and went back to his bed in his small apartment.
As Harry lay in his bed he began to think. What would life be like if my parents were still alive? Would he still know
everyone the he knew now? Would he be famous? Would Ron still be his friend?
Would Hermione?
The three of them had gone through experiences that most would have faltered at. The basilisk, the return of Voldemort.
The sorcerer's stone. Harry decided that no matter how much he wanted his parents back, he wanted his friends more.
For someone who had longed his whole life for his parents, one would think that this is a rather ridiculous statement.
Harry thought it was logical. In Harry logic, anyway.
The trio had also faced the return of the death eaters, the second and third returns of Voldemort, deaths of their
friends, Neville, Oliver, Lavender, Padma and Parvati Patil. Teachers had sacrificed themselves to stop Voldemort.
Professor Snape went against his old master and fought openly with the rest of the team against the death eaters.
McGonagall had died stopping a spell from reaching her students. Hagrid had been killed protecting Harry. Even the most
powerful wizard of them all, Albus Dumbledore, was in a coma. Madam Pomfrey had tried everything to revive him, but all
was in vain. He simply would not wake up. Harry, Ron and Hermione had visited him whenever possible, and it was on the
last day of his 5th year, that Harry swore he'd find Voldemort and kill him, to stop this from happening to anyone
else. Ron and Hermione had begged him not to go, and when he had refused, they pleaded with him to let them accompany
him on the mission. He had flat out refused.
"I will not let anyone else die! ESPECIALLY my friends!" shouted Harry, glaring at Ron and Hermione.
"You won't let anyone else die? What about YOU? What if you die? Then what?" Ron had bellowed back.
"It doesn't matter anymore." Stated Harry, "I was the one who allowed Voldemort to come back in 4th
year, and I was the one who sat by and watched as our friends were murdered! YOU ARE NOT COMING AND THAT'S
FINAL!" Harry roared. "I don't care if I have to petrify you, you will not come with me. You try and
I'll hex you back to the Burrow."
During this whole argument, which lasted a little longer, Hermione had been very quiet; uncharacteristically quiet, at
least for Hermione. Finally she had something to say. It was said so softly that it was almost disregarded by the two
young men. "If you die, what will happen to us? To me?" she whispered, "We, I, will be alone."
"Hermione," Harry shouted at her, "you won't be alone. Ron's here, he'll take care of you,
just like he's been doing for the past year!" Hermione flinched at his tone and looked away.
"Is THAT what this whole rogue operation is about? The fact that I'm with Hermione and you're not? Is that
what it is? Cause if it is, and if it'll make you stay, I'll break up with her." Ron cried,
disbelievingly.
"THAT is not what this is about." Harry murmured. "This is about the simple fact that Voldemort has to
be stopped. And so far it's been proven that the only one who can do that is me. I don't' want to so
egotistical or pompous or self-centered, but it's true. Everyone else who's tried, including Dumbledore has
failed. And everyone who has tried with me has died. Cedric died, Cho died, Snape died, Neville died…
DON'T YOU GET IT?! I WON'T LET YOU GET KILLED BECAUSE OF ME!" Harry' voice kept rising, "I
WON'T BECAUSE I'M THE ONLY ONE THAT HAS TO!" Harry turned away, "I have to do this and I have to do
it alone. If you follow me, EITHER of you, so help me I'll hex you into next year." He turned and made for the
door, leaving his two friends standing there shocked and speechless. "Good-bye."
Harry stormed into the Gryffindor common room and out the portrait hole. Despite what he just said, Harry knew that at least part of this mission was because it hurt more and more to be pushed out of the trio as it became a duo. Ron and Hermione had been spending increasing amounts of time together, and they were less inclined to do things as a trio, because when they did, Harry usually ended up going back to his room feeling like a third wheel. "It's better this way. Now it will REALLY be a duo. No more Harry Potter, the boy-who-was-a-third-wheel." Harry scoffed, "Sometimes I wish I could be Harry Potter, a normal teenage guy."
"But you're not." a soft whisper, from behind him spun him around, "and you never were. To us you
were Harry Potter, best friend. The one who we could go to when we were having problems,"
"Well, not homework. I went to you for that 'Mione."
"RON!"
"Sorry."
"People change Hermione, I changed. I watched my friends, people who had supported me, whether they liked me or
not, die because of something that was my responsibility, a responsibility that I didn't take care of." Harry
shouted.
Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
"I need to do this alone. I need to resolve this once and for all for myself. "Harry stated. "Just leave me be and let me do this."
As you start to crawl,
Back in your cage
The only place,
Where they will
Leave you alone
"Fine. If he wants to go and die and forget about his friends, who are we to stop him?" Ron sneered.
"You want to go? Go. Don't expect open arms when you come back." With that, Ron stalked off, muttering to
himself about the stupidity of Seekers.
Hermione looked at Harry and whispered, "I'm sorry." before going after Ron.
Cause the weak will seek the weaker,
Till they've broken them,
Could you get back again?
Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength
At your expense
Left you with no defense,
They tore it down.
Harry stared after the both of them. Both he called friends. One he wanted to call more, both leaving him alone. Harry turned and walked away.
And I have felt the same,
As you,
I've felt the same.
As you,
I've felt the same.
The summer went by and no one heard from Harry. Hermione had moved to the Burrow to be safer and closer to Ron. He was all she had left. Summer ended and the students returned to Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron grew closer and closer. 6th year passed at a remarkable rate, the main points being Slytherin finally winning the House Cup, with no Harry on the Quidditch team, Gryffindor could not keep up with the faster sneakier Slytherin team, and there was no Voldemort. No diabolical scheme to overthrow the school. Remus Lupin had come back to teach at Hogwarts and had brought Sirius Black with him. Sirius had been cleared by the Ministry of Magic, and was now accepted almost everywhere. He was known as the godfather of the boy-who-lived. And this earned him respect from many people. Black was appointed the deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts and the year proceeded on schedule. But there was still no word from Harry. 6th year ended, and everyone went home, feeling safer because Voldemort had not reared his ugly face in some time. Then one day, everything changed.
Locked inside,
The only place,
Where you feel sheltered,
Where you feel safe,
You lost yourself,
In your search to find,
Something else,
To hide behind,
Hermione was at the Burrow alone because Ron had Quidditch practice (he had offered to teach Hermione but she said that Harry had promised to teach her.) and the Older Weasley brothers had to manage their rather large chain of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Mrs. Weasley was out at a small gathering of Hogwarts mothers, and Arthur was, of course, enjoying himself immensely, studying muggles. So Hermione had the house all to herself. She was relaxing, reading Hogwarts: A History, for the 30th time when she heard a thump outside. She grabbed her wand and went to investigate. When she reached the door she was met with a most unexpected surprise. "Hi Hermione." Said Harry, who promptly fainted. Hermione gasped and moved him inside the house. Harry looked a little thin to her, and rather the worse for wear. But he was ALIVE! After getting some water from the kitchen, Hermione proceeded to clean up Harry's face and some of his arms and legs.
Cause the fearful always preyed upon,
Your confidence,
Didn't they see the consequence?
They pushed you around,
The arrogant build kingdoms,
Made of the different ones.
Breaking them till they've become,
Just another crown,
Harry awoke to the feeling of something cold and wet being pressed to his forehead. He looked up and saw Hermione there with a worried look on her face, mopping up blood and dirt. He reached up and grabbed her hand, "I missed you."
And I have felt the same,
As you,
I've felt the same,
As you,
I've felt the same,
As you,
I've felt the same.
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A/N: Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is out now, so read. Please. And review. Any suggestions? This is my first attempt at a Harry
Potter Fanfic. Well, that's about it, time for the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any other characters from said series found herein. Furthermore, I do not own
Lifehouse or their song 'Simon'. Thank You.