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15minuteficlets:
Challenge was to write a ficlet about this picture.
Title: Canyon
Series: Harry Potter
Word count: 735
Rating: PG
Pairing: None.
(warning: semi-dark. Suits my mood.)
It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen in his life.
Harry didn’t know what to make of it. The area in front of him was breathtaking, and wondrous, and dangerous all at the same time. It was exactly what he was looking for. He had spend the a good part of the last few months working on this last project of his, the project that would finally allow him to rest afterward.
He thought he deserved a break. He wanted a break from all the media and all the attention that he was getting from the wizarding world, especially after the fight with Voldemort. He had won. The Dark Lord had lost. It was simple, really. No need to ask any more questions about it, no need to dig up old skeletons in the closet about it.
Harry had moved on after the Last Battle, packed his bags in preparation to live an anonymous life in the muggle world. He had recovered enough that Madame Pomfrey hadn’t wanted him to check into the hospital wing every other day, and had wanted his peace. The peace he had never had in his life before.
Harry had heard of it, of course. The blessed silence and the deep calm that one could feel. He wanted a part of that.
No, he needed a part of that.
So he had spent the next few months donating money and volunteering at charity auctions and orphanages. He lied about his age and ignored the dubious looks adults sometimes gave him when he helped out. It was almost like they thought he was going to steal something from them, even though there was obviously nothing to steal.
Harry had done his research. He wanted to be somewhere beautiful. Somewhere exotic and dangerous and would make him forget all about his life. It was going to be his last project before he put everything behind him.
And after several months, he found the perfect area.
A gust of wind blew specs of dirt that stumbled against Harry’s glasses, and made the boy wince despite knowing that his glasses were certainly big enough that the dust wouldn’t get past. He was standing at the edge of his new home, taking in the sight around him. He wanted it embedded in his mind forever, the canyon with the peeks of bedrock and natural spires.
Harry wondered if his friends had found his note yet.
There was such beauty just looking at the canyon, seeing and basking in the awe of nature. He knew that this was the perfect place, the perfect place to end the fairy tale life that he lived. A fairy tale straight out of the brothers Grimm.
A special little boy orphaned at a young age and sent to live with abusive relatives. Learns that he can do magic when he turned eleven, and then told that he would going to defeat the greatest Dark Lord of the time, because he had done so before as a baby. He has friends, he has mentors, and he goes off to fight the Dark Lord, only to emerge victorious with but a few scars.
Harry wonders if his friends realized that he was going to leave them behind today.
It was the perfect ending. His friends would be sad, of course, but he felt that he deserved this ending after all he had done. He deserved this peace.
I wonder if they’ll get here on time…?
Harry turned his head back to see if there was anyone behind him, wondering if Hermione would be able to figure out where he was with that clever little mind of hers before anything could happen.
But no. There was no one behind him. There was no one around at all for as far as his eyes could see.
There was always someone there in fairy tales.
But then…
This wasn’t a fairy tale, was it?
This was reality. And in reality, people are never rescued at the last minute.
Closing his eyes, Harry wondered what he would be thinking. It was beautiful. This had to be the most perfect moment in his life, just flying on his broom above this beautiful canyon. The place where everything would end. Where the pain would stop, where he would leave his past behind him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry let go of his broom.
He smiled.
15minuteficlets:Challenge was to write a ficlet about this picture.
Title: Canyon
Series: Harry Potter
Word count: 735
Rating: PG
Pairing: None.
(warning: semi-dark. Suits my mood.)
It was the most beautiful scene he had ever seen in his life.
Harry didn’t know what to make of it. The area in front of him was breathtaking, and wondrous, and dangerous all at the same time. It was exactly what he was looking for. He had spend the a good part of the last few months working on this last project of his, the project that would finally allow him to rest afterward.
He thought he deserved a break. He wanted a break from all the media and all the attention that he was getting from the wizarding world, especially after the fight with Voldemort. He had won. The Dark Lord had lost. It was simple, really. No need to ask any more questions about it, no need to dig up old skeletons in the closet about it.
Harry had moved on after the Last Battle, packed his bags in preparation to live an anonymous life in the muggle world. He had recovered enough that Madame Pomfrey hadn’t wanted him to check into the hospital wing every other day, and had wanted his peace. The peace he had never had in his life before.
Harry had heard of it, of course. The blessed silence and the deep calm that one could feel. He wanted a part of that.
No, he needed a part of that.
So he had spent the next few months donating money and volunteering at charity auctions and orphanages. He lied about his age and ignored the dubious looks adults sometimes gave him when he helped out. It was almost like they thought he was going to steal something from them, even though there was obviously nothing to steal.
Harry had done his research. He wanted to be somewhere beautiful. Somewhere exotic and dangerous and would make him forget all about his life. It was going to be his last project before he put everything behind him.
And after several months, he found the perfect area.
A gust of wind blew specs of dirt that stumbled against Harry’s glasses, and made the boy wince despite knowing that his glasses were certainly big enough that the dust wouldn’t get past. He was standing at the edge of his new home, taking in the sight around him. He wanted it embedded in his mind forever, the canyon with the peeks of bedrock and natural spires.
Harry wondered if his friends had found his note yet.
There was such beauty just looking at the canyon, seeing and basking in the awe of nature. He knew that this was the perfect place, the perfect place to end the fairy tale life that he lived. A fairy tale straight out of the brothers Grimm.
A special little boy orphaned at a young age and sent to live with abusive relatives. Learns that he can do magic when he turned eleven, and then told that he would going to defeat the greatest Dark Lord of the time, because he had done so before as a baby. He has friends, he has mentors, and he goes off to fight the Dark Lord, only to emerge victorious with but a few scars.
Harry wonders if his friends realized that he was going to leave them behind today.
It was the perfect ending. His friends would be sad, of course, but he felt that he deserved this ending after all he had done. He deserved this peace.
I wonder if they’ll get here on time…?
Harry turned his head back to see if there was anyone behind him, wondering if Hermione would be able to figure out where he was with that clever little mind of hers before anything could happen.
But no. There was no one behind him. There was no one around at all for as far as his eyes could see.
There was always someone there in fairy tales.
But then…
This wasn’t a fairy tale, was it?
This was reality. And in reality, people are never rescued at the last minute.
Closing his eyes, Harry wondered what he would be thinking. It was beautiful. This had to be the most perfect moment in his life, just flying on his broom above this beautiful canyon. The place where everything would end. Where the pain would stop, where he would leave his past behind him.
Taking a deep breath, Harry let go of his broom.
He smiled.
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