Brooding Harry Potter FanFiction

The Black Lake had a thin layer of ice, broken in several places, and the trees in the Forbidden Forest were covered in a pristine layer of snow, the branches weighed down by the heavy snow that continued to fall on this crisp December afternoon.

He feels quite apathetic. He thinks it’s his curse. To consistently find himself uncaring and unattached. He doesn’t even know if he’s a real human. Humans do things. They care about things. They have interests. He just exists. He just is.