One night Harry jolts awake, thinking: Why am I doing this? His breaths come rapid and panicked, but he otherwise remains still and stares blankly at nothing. He tries and tries to think of the answer, but he cannot. He is sure he knew before he slept, but now... he does not.
His right hand involuntarily flexes. Old scars (I must not tell lies) twinge, but he does not wince. He is used to it by now; he does not think it will ever completely heal. (As long as it takes for the message to sink in)
Why am I trying to save a world that does not want to be saved?
That is the truth, is it not? This wizarding world that he has saved over and over, it has never been truly grateful because it has never really wanted to be saved.
As early as first year, he tasted disgust and banishment for the sake of measly house points, and were these not the very things he had fled the muggle world to escape? He stopped Voldemort, and for one glorious night he was beloved. They loved him for the house points he won.
In second year he tasted it again, the disgust and suspicion, because he would not stand aside and allow the death of a boy he barely knew.
Harry moves slowly out of bed, his movements jerky. He pulls on his robes, and then covers himself with his invisibility cloak. It and a photo album and a vault full of money are the only things he has left of his parents. He has been grateful, of course, but what does he really know about his parents, beyond the most superficial? What has anyone bothered or deigned to tell him?
In third year there were the dementors. In third year, his soul was constantly at risk, as were the souls of everyone here; all because of the very government that was supposed to ensure their safety.
In fourth year he was again hated for something he did not do. That time, even his own best friend hated him. He looked into the faces of terror and death.
Harry walks out of the dorm and out of the common room. He walks invisible through the halls of Hogwarts. He is not sure if it feels more like he is dreaming or like he just woke up. He has never been sure.
Fifth year... does not bear thinking about. Fifth year was too much.
He pretended to glue himself back together, so well that he even fooled himself. He has been lying ever since he learned that it is the one way to sometimes avoid punishment. He has been lying for as long as he can remember, now.
Before Hogwarts, he never lied to himself. Since Hogwarts, he has done little else.
Harry walks out of Hogwarts. He walks and walks and walks until he collapses from exhaustion, a trail of bloody footprints stretching out behind him.
When he wakes up he does not remember who he is or the life he has lead.
Any, any, 'You can see the road that they walk on is paved in gold. / It's always sunny, they'll never get cold. / They'll never get hungry. / they'll never get old and afraid. / You can see the shadows wandering off somewhere. / They won't make it home, but they really don't care...
Glee, Blaine/Sam, Sam hasn't shown anyone the artwork he's done about Blaine because he's with Brittany and he's not ready to admit his feelings, and his art kind of makes his feelings obvious
Glee, Kurt + Adam + Blaine (any combination), awkwardness when Blaine is accepted into NYADA and starts spending time with Kurt and Adam; Kurt realizes that not only is he falling for Blaine all over again... but so is his boyfriend
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:13 am (UTC)Toads and Diamonds, Tana + artisan villagers, what happened after the goddess took back her gift?
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:14 am (UTC)Harry Potter, Harry, there comes a day when he decides he doesn’t owe the world a thing
Liar Liar
Date: 2013-03-23 07:45 am (UTC)His right hand involuntarily flexes. Old scars (I must not tell lies) twinge, but he does not wince. He is used to it by now; he does not think it will ever completely heal. (As long as it takes for the message to sink in)
Why am I trying to save a world that does not want to be saved?
That is the truth, is it not? This wizarding world that he has saved over and over, it has never been truly grateful because it has never really wanted to be saved.
As early as first year, he tasted disgust and banishment for the sake of measly house points, and were these not the very things he had fled the muggle world to escape? He stopped Voldemort, and for one glorious night he was beloved. They loved him for the house points he won.
In second year he tasted it again, the disgust and suspicion, because he would not stand aside and allow the death of a boy he barely knew.
Harry moves slowly out of bed, his movements jerky. He pulls on his robes, and then covers himself with his invisibility cloak. It and a photo album and a vault full of money are the only things he has left of his parents. He has been grateful, of course, but what does he really know about his parents, beyond the most superficial? What has anyone bothered or deigned to tell him?
In third year there were the dementors. In third year, his soul was constantly at risk, as were the souls of everyone here; all because of the very government that was supposed to ensure their safety.
In fourth year he was again hated for something he did not do. That time, even his own best friend hated him. He looked into the faces of terror and death.
Harry walks out of the dorm and out of the common room. He walks invisible through the halls of Hogwarts. He is not sure if it feels more like he is dreaming or like he just woke up. He has never been sure.
Fifth year... does not bear thinking about. Fifth year was too much.
He pretended to glue himself back together, so well that he even fooled himself. He has been lying ever since he learned that it is the one way to sometimes avoid punishment. He has been lying for as long as he can remember, now.
Before Hogwarts, he never lied to himself. Since Hogwarts, he has done little else.
Harry walks out of Hogwarts. He walks and walks and walks until he collapses from exhaustion, a trail of bloody footprints stretching out behind him.
When he wakes up he does not remember who he is or the life he has lead.
Re: Liar Liar
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:14 am (UTC)Merlin (BBC), Merlin/Arthur, James Bond AU – Arthur is the spy and Merlin is Q
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:15 am (UTC)Charmed, author’s choice, the worlds where Piper and Phoebe died instead of Prue
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:15 am (UTC)Heroes, Sylar/Luke, Bonnie and Clyde
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Date: 2013-03-23 05:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-23 06:47 am (UTC)On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
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Date: 2013-03-23 12:23 pm (UTC)'You can see the road that they walk on is paved in gold. /
It's always sunny, they'll never get cold. /
They'll never get hungry. /
they'll never get old and afraid. /
You can see the shadows wandering off somewhere. /
They won't make it home, but they really don't care...
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Date: 2013-03-23 01:50 pm (UTC)7th Heaven, author’s choice, 10 years on, either Sam or David is completely convinced he’s in love with Ruthie's best friend Martin Brewer
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