- Rating:
- PG
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Sirius Black
- Genres:
- Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
-
Published: 11/19/2004Updated: 11/19/2004Words: 801Chapters: 1Hits: 316
Take Me Away
goldenprincess
- Story Summary:
- Harry has lost the only father figure he has ever known, and now he is falling apart. Nobody can help him. He just wants it all taken away... Avril Lavigne song-fic
- Posted:
- 11/19/2004
- Hits:
- 316
- Author's Note:
- This is my first of 12 Avril song-fics, hope you enjoy!
Harry kicked another stone, and it rattled its way into the darkening ripples at the edge of the lake. He knew he shouldn't have shouted at Ron and Hermione, they were only trying to help, but they just seemed so clueless about the whole thing. Hermione wanted to sit and talk about it all, but talking was useless.
I cannot find a way to describe it,
It's there inside
He felt as though the terrible depression about the whole situation was coursing through his veins, and no matter how he tried to take his mind off it, or push it to the back of his mind, it was always there. He couldn't believe he had lasted an entire month without Sirius. That said, he had spent most of the time alone, hiding away and silently praying for Sirius to come back and take away the pain, just he'd always done.
All I do is hide,
I wish that it would just go away
What would Hermione have to say if she knew what was really going through his mind? What would she do if she were in Harry's position? How could he try and explain it all to Ron and Hermione?
What would you do, you do if you knew?
What would you do?
Harry kicked violently at another stone, sending it spinning into the black water, and let out a frustrated roar. He felt as though he were slowly dying on the inside; being eaten away at without being able to stop it. The loss of control frightened him in a way Lord Voldemort never could, and he couldn't bear it much more. Nothing could stop it. Only Sirius. But Sirius was gone.
All the pain I thought I knew,
All the thoughts lead back to you
He just wanted to talk to Sirius again, to hear him laugh, to hear his advice. Things he wanted to say, questions he'd never asked hung limply in his head, never to be transformed into real words needing real answers. If only he had one more minute with him.
Back to what was never said,
Back and forth inside my head
He couldn't take this. He simply could not go on living day after day knowing all that he had to look forward to was more pain and more memories. Along with the news about the prophecy, he didn't know how he would be able to go on.
I can't handle this confusion,
I'm unable, come and take me away
Harry looked around him at the black mass of trees and felt as though the world were rearing up before him, preparing to do battle in a fight that he had no chance of winning. It was him against the world. Not Ron, not Hermione, just him.
I feel like I am all alone,
All by myself, I need to get around this
He could tell by Hermione's face earlier that morning that she had been hurt by what he'd said, but he couldn't help it. Anytime he opened his mouth to say something, cruel words formed instead and sprang forth, causing pain to those he didn't want to give any more suffering.
My words are cold,
I don't want them to hurt you
Perhaps he should try and explain? No, he'd tried that once already. He'd tried to put into words how much pain he was feeling, the agony inside him, but nobody had really listened. They'd assured him that the pain would end, that he would be fine, but what they didn't realise was that the knowledge of who he was and what he had to do would stay with him forever, a constant dagger in his heart.
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand,
'Cause no one understands
Why did Sirius have to go? He, Harry, could have saved him, if he hadn't been stupid enough to believe Voldemort's vision. If he had been calm enough to listen to Hermione. If he had just leapt forward and pulled Sirius back. What if Sirius was waiting right now, just behind that Veil, waiting for Harry. Hermione kept telling him he needed to 'move on', but how could he move on when all he had to look forward to was more pain and death? He couldn't see any hope ahead of him.
I'm going nowhere, on and on and on,
I'm getting nowhere, on and on and on,
I'm going nowhere, on and on and off,
And on and off and on
He wanted to be rid of it all. He wanted it to go. All he wanted was for a moment's peace, to go back to a life where he did not live in the constant shadow of impending doom.
Take me away
Break me away
Take me away.
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