Harry Potter - Post Deathly Hallows - That Bar
Harry is tired.
He is also angry and incredibly sad.
Only to be expected when having faced one's death in order to defeat the greatest threat one's world has ever known.
He honestly had not expected to live, regardless of what Dumbledore had told him in that other place.
But he is the Boy Who Lived, and he keeps on living, even when others continue to die around him.
When his surroundings change once again, he tries to keep the surprise off of his face.
When a rat scampers up to him, he draws back, a silver hand choking another throat flashing into his mind.
"Bloody hell," he says weakly. "Where am I?"
Why can't I mourn in peace?
He is also angry and incredibly sad.
Only to be expected when having faced one's death in order to defeat the greatest threat one's world has ever known.
He honestly had not expected to live, regardless of what Dumbledore had told him in that other place.
But he is the Boy Who Lived, and he keeps on living, even when others continue to die around him.
When his surroundings change once again, he tries to keep the surprise off of his face.
When a rat scampers up to him, he draws back, a silver hand choking another throat flashing into his mind.
"Bloody hell," he says weakly. "Where am I?"
Why can't I mourn in peace?