The Other Realm

જ⁀➴ 1: The Jump

It has been two excruciating years after the great war where Voldemort crumbles into ashes, and Harry Potter, alongside his best friends Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger; did their absolute best to destory all of the Dark Lord's soul pieces or infamously known as horcruxes.

A lot has perished because of the war.

Friends. Families. Professors. Good people. Kind and diverse personalities.

It was painful, to say the least.

No words can describe the feeling of surviving the war, while others are not fortunate enough to reach the other side of the door.

Harry, most of them all, felt the need to blame himself for all the deaths of those whose lives are sacrificed because of the war.

No matter how convincing Hermione may sound, and no matter how many times Ron assured Harry that it was never his fault for those people to die, Harry cannot bear the thought that he's alive while they are not.

He always question his survival. His mind is full of why's. Why did he survive? How in the Merlin's sake did he survive the killing curse thrice?

He was a baby the first time it happened, wherein they say it was because of his mother— Lily Potter's motherly love and protection that stopped the death blow of the killing curse.

And then it happened again, when he was fourteen and unfortunately a triwizard champion; but again he survived because of his parents— James and Lily Potter, and Cedric Diggory's soul that asked him to bring his dead body back to the Hogwarts grounds.

And then for the third time, he received the killing curse as the last horcrux to finish the Dark Lord. And of course he survived, again, for some unknown reason.

For Harry, surviving feels like a death sentence at this very moment. He's still thankful that he's alive, don't get him wrong, but for what reason?

His supposedly last living family, Sirius Black, is dead.

His supposed to be family, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin are also dead. These deaths are particularly painful as he learned about the adoption plan of them for him. He was supposed to have a family.

He almost had a family, but then again, they're already dead.

People might argue that he still have a family because of Ron's parents and siblings, but the thing is, Molly and Arthur lost a son because of the war. Ron lost a brother because of the war. George lost his other half because of the war.

And Ginny, she lost one of her protectors. One of her sunshines.

And then there's Luna who lost her father, and now an orphan like him.

And then there's Hermione who did the unthinkable of removing herself to her parents' memories as if she never existed.

All the people that surrounds him lost a lot because of the war.

Suffered a lot because of the war.

And then there's him; caught in the middle of it all.

It's your fault.

It's your fault.

It's your fault.

Over and over, he hear these voices.

Over and over, he was reminded of the guilt of survival.

Over and over, he despises being able to wake-up in the morning and breathe.

If only he's not the chosen one then maybe it wouldn't be this painful and loathesome being alive.

Even after the last two years, the pain and grief never left him.