Lacuna || Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Everything was still and quiet as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

He thought that the moment he woke up, he would be somewhere facing Death, but no, he was alive. But everyone that he cared for was gone.

He was the one that was supposed to die, not them. He was supposed to be the saviour that he was meant to be. But, now, he was nothing more than a prisoner to the very man that he swore to kill.

Harry Potter, once renowned in the Wizarding World, was now locked up in the dungeons of the place he once called home.

'Looks like the dungeons can finally serve their purpose,' Harry thought. He wondered if he were to only stare blankly at nothing, would he be driven to madness? Would he be able to do things that can cause his death?

Harry was questioning everything that was happening to him.

Why...

Why was he alive?

Why would Voldemort spare him?

Why didn't Voldemort kill him?

Why didn't Voldemort end his miserable life?

Is it worth living for nothing?

Is he worth it?

Did he deserve to live while everyone else died?

Harry's endless questions filled his mind.

As a child, he believed that he was useless, but that changed when he discovered that he was special, that he was loved. But as it turns out, there's nothing special about him. He's just a teenager who can't even make right decisions without help.

A helpless child, that was what he was.

A pathetic, good for nothing boy.

Harry was starting to believe that the Dursleys were right, he had no value in the world, that's why his parents chose to die instead of living for him. If his parents loved him, they could have lived for him, but no, they chose death.

Harry was a fool to believe that he was special. He should've stayed with the Dursleys, at least there, he completes every task given to him without failure.

Every choice that he made up to that day, haunts him. Recalling every dumb decision that he made, he realised how stupid he's been. He didn't even understand how and why he became like that.

From a smart and bright child, he grew up to be dumb and reckless. Fighting reckless fights, fighting for a blind cause. What even was his purpose for trying to defeat a Dark Lord? Because a prophecy said so?

Harry wanted to scoff at the thought of the prophecy. It was all its fault. If there wasn't a prophecy, then his parents would still be alive and maybe none of the casualties would happen.
And surely, out of all the people in the world, why him?

There are plenty of people in the whole world who could have been the subject of the prophecy, take Neville for example, he could have been the boy-who-lived. Or some random child born on the same day, but no, it just had to be him.

As far as he could remember, he hasn't done anything to deserve everything that he's been through.

He didn't deserve it...

Harry's vision was starting to blur. He was tired, and he wanted to rest. Before he succumbed to the darkness, he wished that he would never wake and hoped that he would be in an eternal sleep forever.

...

His wish didn't come true.

Harry woke up, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room.