The Raven's Eyes

Everyone is gone...the war is over. After all the years of fear and hiding Voldemort is finally gone. But so is the boy, the boy who lived, Harry Potter.

They though Hogwarts was safe, they told us it was and we believed them. We were told to carry on with our lives as the war raged on. We were told to ignore the screams of pain we could hear at night, to ignore

what would happen to us.

I can't remember exactly when I noticed it, the color fading from his once vibrant eyes, his smile forced and his voice cracked and tired. Harry was so tired, but he hid it so well under those emerald green eyes. Oh, how those eyes burned when you tried to stare deep into them, but I can only tell what I saw through the raven's eyes.

Harry fought to save us, He knew he had to.......

He's still so famous....."To the boy who lived" they still make say aloud.

We were never that close, but I saw him watching me, I could feel it when I was on his mind. It was all to much and I pushed him away. I pushed him to far, so close to the edge.

He was already battered and worn out from years of adventures with his dream team alongside. How was I to know he couldn't take being himself anymore, being the boy who lived, being Harry Potter.

When the war was finally over..........when I though it was all better, when I though he was better.

He disappeared, not really. But just walked and never stopped.....he left his cloak that was once so close to his father behind. He left his faithful wand that let him defeat the dark lord, he left his friends, he left everything.

I saw his last moments....as he walked away. He tried to walk into the stars, he tried to be with be up in the sky all by himself. So many people didn't notice his pain. So many people didn't know what it was like for him to live a life he never wanted, he never asked for. He tried to share what he felt with me, he knew I was the same. He sensed it inside of him. He knew that feeling we both shared, when your filled with cold lead. And your chest feels heavy. He knew there was more to me than just being Cho Chang. He felt a pain similar to mine but not the same. It couldn't be the same, that's why I pushed him to the edge. Oh, I loved Harry, but like an object, and the pain I felt was different. I had to push him away, give him to the dark side, hand him over to Voldemort. I knew if that old twit couldn't kill him at birth he wouldn't be able to know. And look who was right, because Ravenclaws are always right. Harry didn't see what I saw, he just saw me pushing him away, to a place were he didn't want to be. That's why he's gone.

He just left when it was over, he just went away....I'm probably one of the few who knows were, but I'll never tell. He's to full of hate to come back. Lets just say he just wandered off all alone. Full of rage. A rage that burns in his chest, A rage that would go out with the embrace of a loved one. But harry had no loved ones. His sidekicks were merely tools to get through the cold hard days at school. He never truly loved them, he knew it to and so did they. Harry though I could give him that light, that hope. The love he never had. How wrong and shocked was he when I left him. When I left him to be by himself. He'd go insane. But I can't say what he see's through those sharp emerald eyes if they are still out there because I only see through the raven's eyes, my own.