no one wrote. 🙁
well, a promise is a promise.
I continued to walk after her until we reached the dorm at which point I left her to enter alone. I, myself, headed for the Owlery (sp?). If none of my friends would listen to me, at least Hedwig would.
Climbing the spiral staircase to the Owlery took some time, but it gave me time to think. So much had happened during the past few days. So many weird things. No one was acting the same, everyone had someone else. Everyone that was, accept for me. I was all alone. no one to turn to. Lots of admirers, many envious stalkers, clingy fans, friends who were in relationships. Am I meant to be alone for all time? Because of this prophecy, this curse embranded upon my skin?
Upon reaching the top of the tower where the owls were housed, I leaned against the cold stone of the wall, letting all the warmth flow out of me. What was the point of feelings if there was no one to share them with? I felt like a empty shell standing there against the tower wall, invisible so that no one might see me. Like always, I reflected, I was alone. Cold and alone in this dark room, for all the owls were out on deliveries. Even Hedwig was being used to carry something. What was my purpose? To defeat Voldemort, and after that? What then?
A breeze, entering from one of the many windows stirred the feather-littered floor. The feathers mixed, coming together to form one pile before dispersing into the wind and out into the night sky. Sliding down the wall, I watched them go, just like everything else precious to me had. They had left me in this foreboding place to weep alone. At that moment, I understood what my entire life was leading to. My one purpose, the clause for which i had been born. After defeating the Dark Lord, my life would be the same. I would be the boy-who-killed-the-Dark-Lord. Looked up to, admired, praised, despised, hated. I would never be one of them. It was who I was. No matter what I were to do, I would always be an outcast due to my destiny.
I soon found myself lying on the chilled floor. I could see my breath making small clouds in the clear air. Curling into a ball, I wished that it had been Neville instead of me whom Voldemort had chosen to attack...
Yes, I know it's one of my sadder pieces of writing. Actually, i think that it is rather beautiful. The feelings are quite touching. I just thought you should see another side of Harry. If you write next, please don't disturb him, because I have something planned.