Harry Potter PoV. - last summer
- when Harry died, for the first time, Harry lost part of himself. That part of him was never revived.
Harry Potter and his friends had won the war, but too many losses had been dealt. Harry Potter went to his house, the one the derslys left before the war, and is currently sitting on the couch in the empty room.
-Harry’s POV
It’s quiet. Around me, I mean.
I know it is, even though I don’t hear anything outside of my head. I know because the house is empty, and it has been for a while now. The room around me is messy and intact to the way it was when we drank the poly juice potion. The twins sweaters lay in a corner.
But nothing around me registers in my brain. I don’t see the sweaters, or recall I am in the house. I don’t realize the room is frozen in time, preserved as it was before… before everything.
Pictures of the war flash in my mind. My fellow schoolmates screams of agony, forever on loop.
Then I see them.
The quote,
“In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.”
― Laurie Halse Anderson, Wintergirls.
Is a quote that makes sense, in a way.
Since I know they are gone, diseased, dead. But I hear them, see them, feel them! It’s not just my parents anymore. Fred and snape stare angrily at me. Their voices ring to gather as the harshly whisper, “why didn’t you save us? Worthless. Stupid. We died for you! If you died along with your parents, we would still be alive!”
Then professor lupin, Dobby, Sirius black, Cedric, and dumbledoor just stare at my with cruel eyes. Their eyes male me feel like I am being dissected, from the inside out.
But these ghosts aren’t real. Moaning Martel is, not my friends. So why do these memories haunt me. Why do they seem so real? Why won’t I just forget? Why am I stuck in this loop of pain and suffering, while everyone else moves on. Why was I so lucky to be forced to kill? Why was I chosen to save everyone, instead of someone else? Why me? Haven’t I already been through enough?
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-3rd person POV
Harry just sits. He doesn’t blink, nor make any movement. If someone were to be in the room with Harry, they would think he was dead.
And maybe he was.