Hello

Hello,

My name is Harry Potter, but then again you probably already know me. But then again who doesn’t? The story I have to tell you is amazing, or it was for me when I was living through it. I am now 17 years old but the odd thing is… I’m dead and this is my life.

Unlike all the other kids I knew and grew up seeing… see I use the word seeing and not ‘growing up with’? It was me, I meant it… no it’s not a type-o and no it’s not aliens controlling your thoughts. Ha... got it from a TV show I saw my cousin Dudley watch.

I guess I should start with my family. My aunt Petunia Dursley was a skinny hoarse faced woman… could never tell she was a woman from a first glance. Hmmm… she would have slapped me or whipped me with her frying pan if she could hear me think that. She wasn’t the nicest person in the world. But compared to the rest of my ‘family’… she was a saint.

I remember when I was young I used to have dreams… always had great dreams then… wish I still had them when I was 15 and at Hogwarts. Oh, that’s right you may not know about that. How stupid of me… but that’s for later. Heheh… you’ll just have to read to find out more.

As I was explaining… my aunt Petunia was a harsh woman. If I had to explain her in one word I’d really say ‘sanitation’. She was a neat freak… and to think they call me the freak. Up until I was in kindergarten at the local elementary school I thought my name was literally ‘Freak’ and ‘boy’.

Could have imagined the harshness of it form my family to call me Harry until it was ingrained in my head to answer to that too. Never did understand how Uncle Vernon could stand to say such filth with his mouth.

Then there’s Dudey, he’s my cousin. He is the size of a baby killer whale. He’s getting bigger and bigger each year. Could you imagine Aunt Petunia picking him up and breaking her back? Ha, I would laugh my self hoarse. As kids he would scare off any one who would try to be my friend.

No wonder I was always alone and depressed till I turned 11. When he turned 13 he started to smoke cigarettes and do the occasional dope. I caught him doing it in his room with some friends once. Decided since they did it I would see what the big deal was.

That was the biggest mistake of my life. I started one cigarette and couldn’t stop. I was addicted to the release I got from it. Dudley caught me out in the yard smoking at around midnight one day. He was so happy when he cornered me. He threatened with his father he did… shit I didn’t need Vernon finding out. I would have gotten the worst lesson of my life

Vernon Dursley was the meanest, monstrous of every muggle there ever was. He was like those uncles you see on TV, all happy and perfect. The only thing is, inside his house I was his to do with as he pleases.

He forced me to live in a small cupboard under the stairs till I was 11. That’s when I got my Hogwarts latter and found out I’m a wizard. He never wanted to tell me, he grabbed the letters I got, and pulled me hair to stop me from grabbing them. I was often locked in my cupboard as punishment and no food for a week.

I can still remember the pain I felt as he would throw me in. The dark was my friend; it kept me company on lonely nights on Christmas and my birthdays. I wasn’t good enough to have them acknowledged. I was a freak and deserved a freak show to them.

It took this huge guy named Hagrid to come and give me my letter personally to find out the truth. I was told at an early age about my parents. I was unloved, and they left because I was not wanted by them. On their way to a local orphanage they died in a car crash.

Well, Hagrid was pissed when I told him about the crash. Turns out a weirdo killed them and wanted me to but I survived. Weird I know he was a wizard like me. Cast a killing curse on me and I survived when no one else could. I’m famous to every witch and wizard out there. It was hard to take in a t first, but I managed. I made friends, I survived.

Ron and Hermione were my best friends in the world. They never turned on me; well Ron did once during a Triwizard tournament. Don’t ask what it is… it is to complicating to explain. But Herm got him back on track. He never did stray again though.

I fell in love for the first time with a boy I used to argue with. I never hated him, I just got annoyed at him because he treated me and my friends like dirt. Like we were nothing and he was everything. It was like Dudley followed me to Hogwarts to have his revenge follow through till the end of my life.

It took the head master, Albus Dumbledore and Professor Snape to lock us up together in the astronomy tower for a week to relent in our bickering. We did end up seeing a lot of a very eager Dobby the house elf though.

We went out for a while, can’t say it was love. We were too young to know what love was. But looking back on it now, I’d say it was in the beginning stages of it. I lost myself to him. For the first time before the final battle, when we had been together for about little more than half a school year… we had sex.

It was the best. It was like every pleasure in the world could not top this. It would never be out done. Draco was so gentle, I was in heaven. And that night as I fell asleep I knew… something was different. I was with child. A baby girl to be exact. Oh how I love my precious girl.

I never got to tell Draco, we were under attack before I could. I was out in the grounds fighting with him. My friend Ron had been it by a cutting curse and was bleeding profusely. I turned to look at my love and that’s when I saw him.

Voldemort laughed at me as he glided up to me. I could feel the cold radiating off of him, he had no heart, I could hear the hollowness in his chest as he came closer. Our duel was fierce and time consuming.

I managed to kill him with the Gryffindor sword that I held in my hand. It was like years of training just came to me at my need. I learnt a lot in my years at school but fencing and swordsman ship was not one of them.

I struck him where his heart would be and as he dropped he fired a spell at me. I dropped my sword as I noticed a hole near my heart. I could hear in the distance as Draco ran up to me and cradled my head in his lap. I still feel his tears landing on my cheek and rolling down as he cries himself to sleep at nights.

He looked into my eyes begging me to old on. But as he made to lift me I groaned out for him to stop. I had to tell him of the child I carried still in my wounded and bleeding form. I was just a vassal then, a dieing vassal holding something I was destined not to see grow up.

As good as I could I told him about the baby I was carrying even then. His eyes shined with unshed tears and more fell from his silver eyes. My friend Hermione and even Snape looked down in sympathy. But I didn’t want it. And I told them so.

I told them not to feel for me, not to give me sympathy because I had a life, I lived it as best I could and I created another, my ultimate dream. The one I had since I was a mere 7 years old. I wanted this more then I wanted to defeat my parent’s murderer.

I grabbed my lovers hand and squeezed. I closed my eyes and told him to love her. Told tell her about the war and its devastating effects. I begged for him to live for her, finish what I started and tell her I loved her every time he told her he loved her.

I remember seeing this bright green glow settle over us both, I felt empty when it left. I knew she was gone but not for ever. Only for now; until I would see her again with her father. I opened my eyes one last time and gave him a soft kiss on his dry chapped lips. I could feel my breath leave me as I lost control of my lungs.

To put it like I seen a white light would be mild. It was exactly like I was told; it was the next great adventure. And I was getting to see it first hand.

So now I stand here, I see my husband, well not in the technical sense. He’s old now but his hair retracts and changes to its prime blond. His skill tightens and becomes as youthful as mine. His smile was as bright as I remember it. And in his arms was a small bundle of cloth. My little girl… Tabitha Lillian Adrian Potter Malfoy.

How they died I don’t know, I didn’t want to know. I knew it was painless. They had lived their lives and would remain earth bound through their kin.

As we look in a pond, we can see our grandchildren… oh the sight of it. We were blest with ever lasting life. As long as they continued to live we would be happy… we would be forever alive, in the blood of the future of our world.

THE END

*wipes tears*

Hope you liked it. I wanted to try something sappy and sad. Let me know what you think. I love reviews. Hint hint. It is now 1:09 am and you can tell this was from… what kind of muse that is dancing around me I don’t know. But hopefully it gave you some joy with some tears.

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