Post by Harry James Potter on Apr 24, 2017 18:45:40 GMT -5
Harry spent most of his time in trouble, or with his friends, but when he wasn't doing either. He spent it alone. Walking as much as he could and as far, to clear his ever-racing thoughts. It was a battle he never seemed to win. Memories flashed in his mind continuously like a film playing, and a lot of those memories were not the good ones, they were the ones that he would rather forget. It was complicated, being everyones hero, being the chosen one. He had been cut off from friends, placed in danger, and jumped at danger coming to hurt those he cared for, because well, they were all he had left. He couldn't handle losing more people he cared about. Yet, he was growing tired and angry of the constant fighting, and the fighting with authority on the matter. He was always wrong no matter what way he turned. If he was the hero it was wrong, if he did nothing it was wrong, if he told someone it was wrong, if he kept it secret it was wrong. Harry was frustrated.
The streets of Hogsmeade were beautiful at any time of year, but the way they looked now was one of his favorite times. He loved the colors and the sounds. The cobbled streets and the way buildings blended together to create the picturesque village. Yet, his thoughts darkened and he saw it torn apart with spells and littered with death and destruction. What would happen? Things were growing darker, yet, no one really believed him. He was in trouble once more for just trying to survive. The shadows cast by him living through the killing curse were enought o drive him crazy. As he got closer to the wooded edge of Hogsmeade, he cast a spell. "Diffendo!" At a thicket that was about to jab him. There was a rock that was large and in the pathway and he used a spell that certainly made quick work of it. "Reductions!" He exhaled hard through his nostrils and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Tapping his wand on his hand in anger, he just dropped to the ground and stared off sulkily.
The streets of Hogsmeade were beautiful at any time of year, but the way they looked now was one of his favorite times. He loved the colors and the sounds. The cobbled streets and the way buildings blended together to create the picturesque village. Yet, his thoughts darkened and he saw it torn apart with spells and littered with death and destruction. What would happen? Things were growing darker, yet, no one really believed him. He was in trouble once more for just trying to survive. The shadows cast by him living through the killing curse were enought o drive him crazy. As he got closer to the wooded edge of Hogsmeade, he cast a spell. "Diffendo!" At a thicket that was about to jab him. There was a rock that was large and in the pathway and he used a spell that certainly made quick work of it. "Reductions!" He exhaled hard through his nostrils and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Tapping his wand on his hand in anger, he just dropped to the ground and stared off sulkily.