Surrounded yet alone the whole time.
He doesn't understand what just happened.
He's lost inside the maze of his own mind.
The world can be a cruel place
Taking while never giving back the lives it captures
it it's deathly grip of greed, of murder, of lies.
The closest that he's ever had to family
Was snatched, it seems, far before his own time.
He suddenly snaps back to the present,
Looks out the window with a blank stare.
He notices the whispers from the opposite end
of the carriage he is sharing with his friends.
He knows the love him deeply,
But they don't understand the pain of
having love wrested from your grip.
He looks at their worried faces and smiles,
Not really meaning it. They look at each other,
and cautiously smile back,
Neither of them knowing exactly what to say.
He sits back wearily and turns his head,
This week has seemed like several years.
His face pops into his mind again.
Now he silently fights back tears.
He wonders if it will ever be okay,
and speaks into the fog in his brain.
If I stayed on this train
Until that dark September,
Do you think the whole wide world won't know I came?
If I stayed right here, fading to the background
would my pain dissolve the same?
Would all forget my name?
But he knows he can't escape this.
To fight is his fate.
Living or dying, victory or grim defeat.
This is the fear he'll have to face.
The breaks squeal loudly to the fog.
His thoughts come to a halt.
Resignedly, he stands. Walks out to the platform,
says goodbye again.
He does not know where fate is leading,
But he will follow all the same.
Though tonight he is grieving,
he knows that this will light the way.
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ORDER OF THE PHOENIX SPOILER WARNING!
"As the train slowed in the approach to King's Cross, Harry thought he had never wanted to leave it less. He even wondered fleetingly what would happen if he simply refused to get off, but remained stubbornly sitting there until the first of September, when it would take him back to Hogwarts. When it finally puffed to a standstill, however, he lifted down Hedwig's cage and prepared to drag his trunk from the train as usual." - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, pg. 866-867 by J.K. Rowling.
This poem/song/etc. was inspired by what I imagine Harry was feeling on the ride home from Hogwarts after Sirius was killed. I claim no ownership of the Harry Potter series or it's characters. All rights to J.K. Rowling.
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