Abyss

Murderer. This word was heard in every whispering crowd, it was heard behind the back and in the eyes of those who used to call themselves his friends. Even Ron and Hermione were distant figures now, their faces masks of pity and mistrust.He didn't kill Cedric. But will anyone hear this? Will anyone understand this? No, now all of Hogwarts lived in another reality, where Harry Potter was a symbol of the fall, not a hero.His world became a series of sleepless nights, frightening visions and strange thoughts that pierced his mind. Sometimes he forgot where he was. Simple things became unbearable: talking to someone, reading a book, concentrating on a lesson. Umbridge's words only made everything worse. Her caustic remarks, her punishments disguised as politeness, and her eternal cloying smile. Her power was a noose that was slowly tightening around his neck.But the worst thing was the night. In the darkness, it wasn't just loneliness that awaited him — it was alive, as if someone was watching him from the shadows, whispering in his ear."They are right, you are dangerous. You are the cause of their suffering."He was afraid of himself.

English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.