Harry Potter and a Date with the Devil

Prologue

Silence

When you think about silence what comes to mind? Do you think about how peaceful it is? Or do you think about how calming it can be? Have you ever thought how terrorizing it can be? How can that be you may ask, well for one person (or maybe more) silence is painful. Silence is a powerful force that suffocates and destroys.

As he looks up at the ceiling in his room the silence of the night is deadly. He closes his eyes, and the painful memory floods his mind. That one moment when his godfather was hit by that spell, everything went silent. His only sense that was working was sight. He saw his godfather fall through the veil. One horrific moment in his life; thee horrific moment in his life.

That moment haunts him. It will forever haunt him, and the silence as a trigger. The one scene that is in slow motion replays millions of times in his mind. It always leaves a lump in his throat and pain in his chest that never seems to ease. Wishing he was immune to emotion he shuts his eyes, and sheds some tears as the anguished memory is passing through his eyelids.

How can he fight this war when he is already broken from the opening battle? How will he be able to deal with losing more people that he cares about? This is just the beginning, but to Harry it feels like the end. He finally had a person who was the closest thing to a parent he has ever had, and once again someone he cares about has slipped through his fingers.

Like water seeping through cupped hand he tries to hold on to his sanity, but he is crazed by some thoughts that keep popping in his mind. These thoughts in his mind are not heroic or pure, but are desperate and devastating. He is falling under the weight of the world. Can the people around him hold him up much longer? Or will they stand by and watch him come crashing down.

He covers his face with his pillow smothering the sounds escaping him as he weeps. What does he weep for? He does not even know anymore. For his godfather, his parents (that he so desperately wishes to know), or maybe his sanity that continues to slip away. He is supposed to be a savior, but who will save him?

He is destined to kill or be killed, and yet he already wants to knock on death's door. How he wishes he can see the faces of his loved ones once more. There is only one way to do that, but with that choice comes with the greatest sacrifice of himself and/or the world around him.

How long will it be until the boy-who-lived turns into the-boy-who-died. He is going to die one way or another right? So what is stopping him?

Depression has me

with his hand around my throat.

Cruelty loves me

with his blade in my heart.

Devastation

is my companion;

has been from the start.

Sins

consume me,

because no one can save me.

Suicide

is pulling me.

Sorry,

But I fear I've lost this tug of war.

Yes

It's me.

Knocking.

Knocking.

Knocking.

On death's door.