Harry Potter fanfiction

The Loss

Years of torture and tragic demises leaves Harry to be lost and broken. Burdened by the loss of his parents, his godfather, his father figure Remus Lupin and mentor Dumbledore he falls away from the world into deep isolation. There is nothing for him Voldemort merely holds a hand in all crimes. His downfall was all that mattered

But unluckily tragedy struck Potter once again. On his own in the Forbidden Forest with the tall trees looming over him. Leafless, lifeless bared trees staring at the sky unaffected by its abnormal growth or the sudden appearance of Harry. Walking around by himself he comes across a large gathering surrounded by odd rocks engraved with runic symbols. He crosses the area with one sweep but that was a mistake. The air turned to mist, the sky gave into the night, darkness swallowed the forest whole leaving Harry alone, trapped within its magical barrier.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew and smoke came billowing from the left of the forest towards the mountainous region. A tall, pale figure with blood red eyes, slits for nostrils and no hair. Voldemort.

Voldemort began his laughter, maniacal, powerful, masterful basking over Harry through the magical barrier over him. Even though the sky was as black as a lie the pale and ominous glow of the Dark Lord wasn't missed.

"Harry Potter the boy who lived defeated at last" he exclaimed joyously

Harry just looked at him. Anger filled inside of him. Lily, James, Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore all fell at his hand or his command. All Voldemort knows of is pain and destruction and about all, ultimate turmoil

"You know nothing of what you've done to good people Tom" he answers with such rage and confidence.

Voldemort's face is twisted with great annoyance but none the less his tone this time was malicious

"You will lose everything only I the merciful and humble Dark Lord can grant you the freedom your heart simply begs for" Voldemort offers to Harry

"Not even if my best friend's life depended on it" Harry yelled. All he wanted to do was launch himself onto the man who destroyed his life, made it hell, caused him so much anguish and sorrow

"So be it" he replies pointing towards the clearing. The forest blank and dark as ever. There was a cold pulse and Harry woke up.

Drenched in sweat, his hair plastered to the side of his face, his anger for Voldemort coursing through his veins. He rubbed his forehead which was throbbing horrendously.

It had been one week since Sirius fell at the hands of his deranged cousin, Bellatrix. Maddened with grief, guilt and remorse Harry had blamed himself for his godfather's murder. "It was because of me he was there, he was trying to save me" he thought over and over, tears streaming down his face. Pain struck those emerald green eyes and he looked through the nearby window where the moon was beginning to set, making way for a new day. Sunrise and sunset were normal yet the world was not. There was an imbalance yet the universe was unaffected. Going about its routine as usual. Although things had changed.

"If he had just not gone through the veil" he whispered quietly. His voice croak. It was too painful. He closed his eyes already swimming in tears. He lay down on the feather mattress. It's comfort and softness felt hard like rock. He glared at the scarlet canopy which looked black from the lack of light wondering how things could have been different. But it was too painful. He tried to think about what Sirius would have wanted him to do. And even though he would go to any lengths for his godfather. But it was too painful.