...HE walked and kept on walking. HE never stopped. How could he? HE never could stop. HE went down the hill. Walking fastr and faster, ignoring the pain in his leg, his head and most of all his heart.
As he walked down he wondered what in the world his father would think of him if he coul dsee him right this moment.
He laughed at the thought of that.
His father woul dcall him a coward. YEs a weak little boy.
The thought pained him so much more than he expected.
And his mother? What would she think?
She'd just shake her head. HE felt sorry for her. That was all.Soon she'd be all alone with his father, with Lucius Malfoy.
The thought sent ripples down his back.
Then he thought about Ginny. What woul dshe think?
He didnt even want to think of it.
But ht did.
She'd be disgusted.
Would she?
He wasnt even sure.
Soon he got to the river.
He never thought he'd ever need water so much. He hated water. It was so pure and faultless.
Everything he wasn't.
He got in. Not wasting time.
He swam to the middle.
Emotions, thoughts memory all rushed into his head. All at one time.
HE hated that.
He wanted to get it over with. No pain.
Nothing.
He wanted to leave.
Now.
He plonged in.
He thought about life,
HE continued to plonge in.
He thought about Ginny
He continued.
He thought about Voldemort.
He began toneed oxygen.
He was never coming out.HE was getting dizzy.
HE needed AIR!!!!
OXYGEN!!!
GINNY!!???!!!
Then suddenly he was out. He gulped in mouthfuls and mouthfuls. Then he looked up ay his hero.
He could not believe his eyes.
It was Harry Pothead...