RP: As It Was Before... Who: Harry and Rock Lee What: Harry tries to face the video's news, and finds memories rising of other dark days, then is cheered by Rock Lee. Where: Old Island, In the Lobby Kitchen Area... When: Mid-day, 10-20 Warnings/Rating: TPG-13 Status: Complete
Harry felt like he'd been kicked. All his breath was gone, all his thoughts were gone. All he could think of was that he had lost his mother again, and lost Severus, though that was a lesser blow, but in such a way as to make him wince.
The new friends he had been making, one of them was, or had been, over there too. Magius the White, a man who'd impressed him, and made him reel knowing the loss of hope and wisdom. And so many others were gone. How? Why? What possibly could the Heads even hope to gain from this?
Unwillingly, as he moved around the kitchen, unconsciously putting together some snacks, images of the past rolled in. He recalled the days when Voldemort was rising, getting stronger, more potent and powerful. When he'd been forced to flee with the other two, and had seen so many die, or be forced underground, or both. The sights of so many faces hurt, and wounded, sad and torn, all because of the rage and falseness of one man and his followers.
Harry clenched his hands as he growled, a thing that built and grew until it became a roar. A thing of denial, it flew from his throat and out into the lobby, and he slammed his hands on the counter. Slowly, a calm filtered in, filling him, as he realized that he'd hurt one of his hands, and he found himself chuckling. It was stupid, and wrong, and he felt like he didn't know what to do now.