Slow Graffiti Challenge: The Truth
Title: The Truth
Rating: G (is canon even G anymore?)
Characters: Harry
Summary: And if they come tonight / You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next
A/N: I missed writing for SIM. I am back to claim my title as Slowest Writer in the Universe. Also, I haven't written any fic since my last SIM. So it's been a while. Be kind, it's quite, well, sappy. But hey, we are heading for the big Book Seven Crescendo!
It's a lie, what they tell you. It's a lie, that things get easier. That if you just give it time, you'll be able to move on. It's a lie, that everything will be okay, someday.
The truth is that it never gets easier. The truth is that the people you love will always leave.
The truth is, even knowing this doesn't protect you when it happens. Knowing will never make you strong enough. It's a lie, that you'll ever get better, and it's a lie that it will ever stop.
Dumbledore said that I had to trust my friends. And he's right- I'm not so stupid that I think I can do it alone, not anymore. I know that I need them. But that's it, isn't it? I need them. I need to use them. Dumbledore made it sound like I needed their love like a tool, like a weapon. I've been using my mother's love for near on sixteen years now according to his arrangement, using it - using her - like a shield between me and Voldemort. Now his last wish is for me to use my friends' love, and not just for protection, but to mount the offensive. We're at war, and he wants me to weild their love like an axe.
I've got to give the old man credit; it makes a twisted kind of sense, that only the strongest love can seek out and destroy the pieces of a person's soul.
But I don't exactly have the greatest record, do I, with using people's love? My dad. My mum. Sirius. Dumbledore. Everyone I use ends up--
Well. They leave, don't they? So what does that mean for Ron and Hermione, if I love them, too? If I use them, too?
I can't decide what it means that I'm going to take them with me. Does that make me stronger? Smarter than before? Or does that make me more like Him?
But I have to stop. It doesn't matter. I know what I have to do, regardless. The truth is, that the people who love me will always leave.
Except that I remember everything Dumbledore told me this year, and I remember the only thing he told me that he knew to be a lie- that he was dispensable, but I was not. He isn't dispensable, and he hasn't left me at all. The deepest truth is that I could never believe that people truly leave. Because then I would have nothing to fight for at all.
It's a lie, that losing the ones you love gets easier with time. But it's also a lie that the people who leave are actually gone.
It's a lie, that the fight will stop. But it's also a lie that that means we shouldn't wage the war.
And it's a lie, that love could ever truly be used as a weapon. But it's also a lie that we could ever fight without it.
The truth is, that's why I know we're going to win.
Rating: G (is canon even G anymore?)
Characters: Harry
Summary: And if they come tonight / You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next
A/N: I missed writing for SIM. I am back to claim my title as Slowest Writer in the Universe. Also, I haven't written any fic since my last SIM. So it's been a while. Be kind, it's quite, well, sappy. But hey, we are heading for the big Book Seven Crescendo!
It's a lie, what they tell you. It's a lie, that things get easier. That if you just give it time, you'll be able to move on. It's a lie, that everything will be okay, someday.
The truth is that it never gets easier. The truth is that the people you love will always leave.
The truth is, even knowing this doesn't protect you when it happens. Knowing will never make you strong enough. It's a lie, that you'll ever get better, and it's a lie that it will ever stop.
Dumbledore said that I had to trust my friends. And he's right- I'm not so stupid that I think I can do it alone, not anymore. I know that I need them. But that's it, isn't it? I need them. I need to use them. Dumbledore made it sound like I needed their love like a tool, like a weapon. I've been using my mother's love for near on sixteen years now according to his arrangement, using it - using her - like a shield between me and Voldemort. Now his last wish is for me to use my friends' love, and not just for protection, but to mount the offensive. We're at war, and he wants me to weild their love like an axe.
I've got to give the old man credit; it makes a twisted kind of sense, that only the strongest love can seek out and destroy the pieces of a person's soul.
But I don't exactly have the greatest record, do I, with using people's love? My dad. My mum. Sirius. Dumbledore. Everyone I use ends up--
Well. They leave, don't they? So what does that mean for Ron and Hermione, if I love them, too? If I use them, too?
I can't decide what it means that I'm going to take them with me. Does that make me stronger? Smarter than before? Or does that make me more like Him?
But I have to stop. It doesn't matter. I know what I have to do, regardless. The truth is, that the people who love me will always leave.
Except that I remember everything Dumbledore told me this year, and I remember the only thing he told me that he knew to be a lie- that he was dispensable, but I was not. He isn't dispensable, and he hasn't left me at all. The deepest truth is that I could never believe that people truly leave. Because then I would have nothing to fight for at all.
It's a lie, that losing the ones you love gets easier with time. But it's also a lie that the people who leave are actually gone.
It's a lie, that the fight will stop. But it's also a lie that that means we shouldn't wage the war.
And it's a lie, that love could ever truly be used as a weapon. But it's also a lie that we could ever fight without it.
The truth is, that's why I know we're going to win.