Realisation
Voldemort is defeated which means Draco no longer have to worry about himself and his family get killed anymore and thanks to the boy who lived - the well known Harry Potter saved the wizarding world yet again. It has been months after the battle in Hogwarts. Harry Potter has been isolating himself ever since as seeing there is no point of reaching out for help while keep thinking he should have turned himself earlier as he was one of the hocruxes. So, no more people have to die for him. The day he was born, the hero he was doomed to be. The famous Harry Potter did not have a chance to choose his life at all. His thought was interrupted by the noise of an owl flying to his windows. He slowly reached the message delivered by the owl and started reading it. An invitation from students who fought alongside with him. Great! He said to himself never thinking about attending but seems like he does not have a choice. Due to the fact that if he doesn’t attend, It will be weird. He sighed and left the house.
The big hall is crowed with people again the familiar yet painful memories with the people that they once known and loved rest in here. Harry couldn’t bring himself to think it further before he cries his eyes out in front of the whole school. Harry walk to his friends smiling forcefully due to the fact that he really can’t smile at all. He lost the ability to do that.
‘Where have you been Harry? I was worried about you. We all are. You haven’t been responding to any of us.’ asked by Hermione with her face squinted together. ‘Thought you were dead or something.’ said by Ron trying his best to crack a joke but is not funny after all of those deaths they have experienced. Hermione looked at Ron like he is crazy or something.
A force causes his hands to spill his cup of red wine on to his shirt and his hands. The world was spinning around him, feeling it is swallowing him. He stumbled towards the door. The next thing he knows he is in the bathroom washing his hands continuously. Blood...blood why can’t I wash it off? Tears start to trail down his cheek uncontrollably. When a voice barged in. ‘Potter?’
