Whisper

Whisper

Harry stood still, the cold air sweeping past him, chilling his body. But he didn't care. He'd stay there as long as he could. He didn't want to go back. He wanted to forget everything.

Catch me as I fall

Say you're here and it's all over now

He didn't want to think about the past year's events. He didn't want to think about the death. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare he was living in. Harry looked ahead to the darkening horizon.

"Sirius," he called softly.

Speaking to the atmosphere

No one's here and I fall into myself

This truth drives me into madness

I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away

Harry began to walk slowly. He didn't know where he was going and he didn't care. The pain inside was killing him, he just wanted to forget it, to end it all.

Don't turn away

Don't give in to the pain

Don't try to hide

Though they're screaming your name

He couldn't even sleep anymore. Chilling memories haunted his dreams. Grief and anguish tortured his mind at night.

Don't close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

Don't turn out the light

Never sleep, never die

Nothing was of any help any more. Ron and Hermione could offer him no comfort. Dumbledore could not ease his pain. He had no parents to turn to. And he no longer had Sirius...

And the prophecy...Harry suddenly stopped walking. The very thought sent feelings of terror and despair through him. He would have to confront Voldemort. Only one of them would emerge victorious, alive. And Harry was afraid.

I'm frightened by what I see

But somehow I know that there's much more to come

Immobilised by my fear

And soon to be blinded by tears

I can stop the pain if I will it all away

Harry didn't know what to do. He knew that the prophecy bound him to his fate, the fate of the entire wizarding world. Everyone depended on him. He would decide their fate. He laughed out loud, a hollow laugh with no joy. The sound echoed eerily through the skeletal trees surrounding him. His laugh grew louder and louder. He collapsed to the ground laughing hysterically, choking for breath, fighting back the tears that were already pouring down his face.

Don't turn away

Don't give in to the pain

Don't try to hide

Though they're calling your name

Harry lay still on the cold, damp earth. A great weariness swept over him. He was tired. Tired of the people who expected him to save them, to fight Voldemort again, and to win. He was tired of the responsibilities hanging over him. He was tired of the terrible knowledge of his fate that he had to carry like a heavy burden. He was tired of his life. He wanted to sleep. Sleep for a long time. Sleep forever, and never have to think or dwell on memories again. Harry closed his eyes...

Don't close your eyes

God knows what lies behind them

Don't turn out the light

Never sleep, never die.

Images flashed before Harry's closed eyes. Children were screaming, crying, men and women shouted and ran in terror, calling to him, begging for his help. People sank to the ground screaming as they were tortured, others looked on helplessly, calling out in despair, hoping, praying that someone would save them...

Fallen angels at my feet

Whispered voices at my ear

Harry woke up with a start. Breathing heavily, he looked around. The darkness closed upon him, the silence pressed against his ears. His heart racing, Harry stood up. The images he had just seen flashed past his eyes again. He shivered. Those people he had seen, they were calling out in despair, calling to someone who would help them. To the only one who could help them. Him. Harry Potter. Without him, those people would die, those children would grow up in a dark world cloaked in evil, torn apart by pain, anguish, loss...

They needed him. Harry looked up to the sky. Hatred filled his heart, resolve filled his mind. He would fight Voldemort and he would win. He wouldn't let The Dark Lord bring despair and hatred into lives, tear families apart. Voldemort had murdered his parents, Sirius had been killed. He would not let their deaths go unavenged.

Death before my eyes

Lying next to me I fear

She beckons me, shall I give in?

Upon my end I shall begin

Forsaking all I've fallen for I rise to meet the end.

Harry looked ahead of him. Through the darkness, he could just perceive a faint glow of light. There was still hope left. He wasn't alone. People would help him, though he would face Voldemort alone, and he was determined to emerge victorious, to destroy the one who had destroyed his life, destroyed so many other lives. He knew it would not be easy, he knew much more was still to come, and he was frightened, but he would fight. He would fight until the end.

I rise to meet the end.