Bound By Blood.

ch.106~The Outside.

"I am fighting for what is right. 

I will win. 

We will win."

Recovered from Harry Potters Personal Journal. 

Hogwarts, 2004.

Harry.

I've been training for this moment basically my entire life 

Every night since we lost the  first war, i thought about what it would feel like to finally win. 

To fonally be rid of him.

To be free. 

Even long before that. 

That was always my only goal. 

To live a life where i wasn't hunted, tractecked down, and almost killed at every single chance. 

I look back at the years that have been stripped away, overshadowed by a relentless shadow. 

By him. 

I think of the boy I was, thrust into a world where bravery meant little more than surviving the next attack. 

I was eleven when they laid all that upon me, the burden of choice stacked high with the weight of expectation. 

Every year that followed felt like a countdown to inevitable disaster.

For me to follow in my parents footsteps. 

I sacrificed speed and growth, the simple joys of adolescence, for lessons in spells and survival. 

I gave up the chance to be a normal kid, to risk only the small things, like embarrassing myself in front of a crush or the occasional detention. 

Instead, I stood on the precipice of the world's decay, grinding my teeth through the dark nights filled with uncertainty, while friendships became my lifeline—Ron, Hermione, Alex.

Ron, my confidant, helped me physically as he stood by my side during the battles, through the sleepless night since we were boys. He was always simply there. His level-headedness cut through my panic like a lance of clarity, grounding me when the weight of our quest threatened to drag me down. 

With him, I found a brotherhood, a bond unbreakable and true. And through him, a family. 

Then there was Hermione, a whirlwind of intellect and determination. The bookworm who never left a page unturned, she'd scour through ancient texts, trusting her knowledge to guide us through the shadows. 

Without her, I'd be lost, still tripping over the same mistakes like some hapless fool.

But Alex—Merlin, Alex. 

She was a storm wrapped in lightning, a force of nature with a mouth like one of them, her actions always mirroring that inner fire. Everything the Order needed to win, to survive.

EVen back in school, she was just... relentless. 

I never had a problem, and i knew it was because of her.

I thought I'd lost her when she found herself with him of all people, the betrayal slicing through my heart like a dark curse. That wound still burned with the memory; knowing she shared a bed with Voldemort's son felt like a knife twisting deeper, shattering the trust I had in not just her but in everything I believed.