Through the Window

One summer day, he sees Voldemort on his neighbor's roof. And it all came crashing down.

Armed with a stabbed diary that oddly brings him comfort and a ring that feels important, Harry is ill-equipped for the summer ahead.

'On his neighbour's roof, staring directly at him, was Voldemort.

It would be comical if it wasn't for the struggling muggle teen in his grasp.

Mockingly, Voldemort held up a scrap of parchment. 'Surrender yourself, or the muggle perishes.'

Harry ducked away from the glass and got his writing supplies out. He held the parchment to the wall as he wrote, with a quill this time.

'I don't negotiate with terrorists. I'm going back to bed.'

He wiggled it into the corner and left the sight of the window. There was a strangled scream he tried to block out. In bed, he piled his blanket over his ears. Bottom of the line, he needed sleep.

And who was he to intervene? Every damned time he did, the person ended up dead or injured. Cedric, Sirius, and countless other friends had suffered under his supervision.

Harry was done playing saviour.'

Cross posted from AO3 by Author (me)