Sorrow

Sorrow

Sorrow n. mental suffering or pain caused by injury, loss or despair.

Sorrow n. simple sadness mixed with alcohol cured by death.

Nothing would ever be the same again. The boy who lived, the hero, life saver, words giving him a name, a title. But these had all perished as his life did. Life had perished when his friends had left him. Yes, left him. He knew it all along, they weren't strong enough to hold on and help him through rough times, they left him those bastards! He didn't know anymore as he poured another glass of blood wine for himself.

He swayed slightly watching the liquid pour smoothly into the glass. The image came in and out of focus like his life. If they would have told him this is what he, Harry Potter would become, he would have laughed and said it wasn't possible. It was true a couple years it wouldn't have been possible. His almost care-free perfect life was full of action, victory, and most important happiness; something he would die to have now. It was too hard to tell now, anger, jealousy and hate blurred his reason and alcohol didn't help.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled running happily in.

He turned smiling giving her a loving hug, "Ron! He's so happy. He's just been made a Prefect. Who would have thought!?"

Memories were of no use. Such things would corrupt you. All you'd want would be death. Thinking of lost ones, those bloody bastards... They left. Sometimes things have to be learned the hard way. One thing is this: you lose everything eventually. Remember never make attachments to anything more than a love of food. You will regret it for the rest of your life.

"I'd love too!" Cho smiled widely staring at him her raven black hair blowing in the breeze.

This was the end. Maybe he'd see them all again. Maybe they were still young. He hoped he'd be young unlike what he was. They wouldn't like or know him like this. Drugged and desperate living with what welfare could give. No, they had left him. They didn't want him. They told him they'd be here forever! Lying Bastards.

"Ron and I, we'll be here." Hermione whispered under the starlight.

"I promise." Ron said comfortingly smiling warmly.

They lied... They weren't there. No one knew what he had gone through. He was perfect, a hero but it was quite opposite. Nobody understood the tint of sorrow and sadness in his eyes. No one bothered to see, as long as they were saved. No one bloody cared; they only cared for themselves. Only Ron, and Hermione... they had truly loved him.

"No Harry stand back!" Hermione screamed.

"I don't want her."

"Hermione!" Ron screamed.

A green flash fill the chamber...

They died, together. Why? Why, hadn't one stayed? Maybe he was just being selfish but it didn't matter now. His head swayed as blood trickled down his arm... dripping loudly on the floor. Glass scattered over the floor as wine dripped from the table mingling with his blood. Drugged... It wasn't that bad. Pain was nothing compared to his life.... He had suffered. He suddenly smiled. No, he wasn't a lunatic. He was just cursed, he was just, the boy who lived.

"Nooo! You bastard! Voldemort!"

"We are here today to witness the joining of two souls..."

"No, please don't..."

"I promise just..."

"He's so happy..."

"You'll be alright..."

"Time is precious..."

"... Up here there no bounds..."

"I love you."

"Silence is Beautiful, don't you think?"

"Twilight..."

"The past, It's just a mistake..."

"Why can't you move on?!"

"We are here today to grieve the death of Harry Potter...."