The New Prophecy

Chapter 1: Harry

Harry POV:

The war is over. I beat Voldemort. My friends are safe. Everyone still alive is safe. My family is dead. Dobby is dead. Hedwig is dead. Fred is dead. Tonks is dead. Snape is dead. Dumbledore is dead. Remus is dead. Sirius is dead. Dad was gone before I could meet him, and mum sacrificed her life for me. All I felt after defeating Voldemort, was guilt. Fred was a twin. Tonks was a mother. Remus was a dad. For only what- 11 days? Teddy lost his parents, just like me. He would grow up, not seeing them, just like I did. Snape was a double agent who was really on our side and didn't have a choice. Mum and dad. I felt their absence even more now that Voldemort was gone.

Everyone was safe, and I just wished I could tell them everything and spread the news to them, Sirus, Remus, Tonks, and everyone else. My friends were the only ones keeping me going. Too many people died. I needed to get over this guilt, but it was too painful. Ron and Hermione were finally holding hands, and Ginny was near her dad, giving me a weak smile. Most of the Weasleys were still crying, and I couldn't help them. I knew the feeling all too well.

When someone leaves you and isn't coming back. When they are taken away from your life. When they don't fall through the other side of the veil and get up. When they don't heal and die. When they get shot by a spell, and you refuse to believe they're gone. When you see them lying there, and refuse to believe that they aren't just sleeping. They're dead. And I couldn't do anything about that. Nobody could. I couldn't stay here any longer.

I rushed through the castle and made my way up to the astronomy tower. There was always a peaceful view there. The huge lake and the mountains surrounding would bring me peace. I ran up the stairs where I saw Dumbledore die. I saw the sun just as it took its place over the lake. I went to the open railing and breathed in the air. The air of a new life. A new beginning for many. Most of all, a safe beginning for children. A new beginning for everyone, except for me. I didn't know how I would get past this. But I had to.

But I can't keep thinking about everyone who died. For me. All of the marauders died for me. All of them died, not that I regret Peter's death, but still. They all made a promise to my parents to protect me, and they kept it, by fighting beside me, and eventually, dying for me. Well, all besides Peter. He did precisely the opposite, and if there's anyone to blame for this, it's him. He gave Voldemort my parent's location. He betrayed my parents and let them both die. He betrayed me. Maybe then, I would've grown up with my family in the Wizarding World. Maybe I could've gotten all eleven birthdays that I missed in the Dursley's house. Maybe I would know Sirius since I was little, and maybe- just maybe, I could've spent time with my parents. But that was all just a fantasy. Just something you dream about.

This dream was never coming true. It was physically and literally impossible. However much I may want it, I wouldn't be able to spend every day with my parents or Sirius. I wouldn't be able to be taught by Remus again. I wouldn't be able to pet and hug the black dog that was Sirius. I wouldn't be able to know them all from a young age, and why? Because it was all fiction, and I would never see any of them again, except in the few photos I had. It was all a dream. And I've had many dreams.

Besides, it's not as if I was about to become a little boy again and go back in time. Even though I knew very well I could, it wasn't right. Everything happened for some reason, right? So focusing on the past isn't good, especially if you might have a pretty good future ahead. I heard footsteps, but didn't bother to turn around, thinking it was just Hermione or Ron or Ginny or someone coming up here to tell me again that's it's not my fault, even though it truly is. The figure watched the view with me, and soon, I turned my head to face it. My mouth opened in shock and I pulled out my wand immediately, to point it at the one and only,

Albus Dumbledore.

Sorry for the short chapter! Harry's thoughts are much harder to write than I thought haha! The next chapters will progressively get longer, so stay tuned!