Harry James Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bp_harry) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} breaking_point, |
He'd been here before it seemed, the same grounds, the same reasons, though this time they weren't just remembering Dumbledore, but so many others. Molly, who'd been like a mother to him in so many ways. George, who had always been good for a laugh even when things were at their darkest. Roxanne, who hadn't even started her life yet. Rolf who had been a great friend. Sandy, almost a nephew. No not almost. So many Auror, all of them people he knew personally, that he respected and had worked with in some way or another.
Lily, the picture that wasn't there, but she was nevertheless lost to him. In a way that hurt the most, to have lost his daughter again. He knew that this time there would be going back, no saving her. She was lost forever, because even if she lived through this war, no one would forgive, not now.
He sat with Ginny, comforting her as she cried for too many people at once. He didn't cry, he couldn't. Once more he felt more cold than anything else, determined. He wanted this war to end, but there was only one way to do it and that was to fight. He'd been here before all right. This time he didn't even hope to survive, just to keep his sons alive. If he could do that, he'd be happy, whether he was alive or dead.