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I'm yet to work out how to make more than one LJ cut to a post... let's see if i can get it this time....
I present to you, more HP fanfic from my youth;
Title: You know it.
Pairing: None, Harry centric drabble.
Summary: His death.
You think you always knew it would come to this, in the back of your mind and bottom of your heart.
You think it had to end sometime, and of course sometime came too soon. And later, they’ll cry and say that it was too soon and you were only 17, only 17, and why, why, why, why did you have to go... so young...
And you’ll think; hypocrites, every last one of them, cos they’re standing over your grave, crying cos you’re dead, but did any one of them offer to help, when the time came? No.
Was there anybody fighting next to you? No.
Were you all alone? Yes.
And that’ll make you angry, even thought it hasn’t happened yet.
But you know it will, so.
You think you always knew you’d be standing here, facing him, cos that’s what he wanted. And he seems to always get what he wants. He wanted Dumbledore and Cedric and Sirius and your parents and all the others in heaven, and that’s what happened. You wanted them to stay, and that’s what didn’t happen.
In short, you don’t get what you want.
You wanted a normal childhood, but you didn’t get one.
You wanted a family that loved you, but he killed them, all of them.
You wanted to win, but you lost.
Someone had to lose, you tell yourself, even as he screams the curse.
Sometime had come; strangers would cry for you, just like they cried for all the rest, then they’d go on with lives, cos it’s what Harry would have wanted.
Bullshit.
You don’t get what you want.
And so, your life was stolen away, and you think you always knew it would come to this... in the back of you mind and bottom of you heart.