There was never a truer statement made than that. Harry did in fact feel like the world was on his shoulders but lately it was more like the world was crashing down onto them rather than him simply holding it all up. No he wasn’t alone in trying to fix the past, he wasn’t, but sometimes he felt alone when it came to the methods he was trying to use. Like with Susan. They’d spoken of it. She would have rather gone back and killed a baby version of voldemort. And while he was sure others would have gladly gone with her he just couldn’t go along with that sort of thinking.
They were supposed to be better than that. Better than the darker elements of this world. Yes, Voldemort grew up into the man he was, into the thing he became. But as a baby, Tom Riddle was unaware of any of that. He still had choices in his life and chances he could have taken. Instead he chose the path he did and Harry would never have been comfortable or easily swayed (if swayed at all) into killing a child. Not for any reason. They weren’t death eaters.
But that lingering feeling of being alone in his thinking remained as he spent the majority of his day trying to keep himself out of trouble. Bones was under investigation and while his trial was over he was still suspended until the 1st which meant that Harry was stuck listening to Avery give them pointless orders he swore were just giant wild chases to keep them busy and away from the real happenings. He couldn’t wait for Edgar to come back.
Although that was a mess too wasn’t it? Still, as he came home that night and saw the note, he was glad that at least someone was still talking to him and wasn’t mad about all his choices. So he quickly tossed his things in his room and washed up before heading up to the roof to find Ginny.
“Have I kept you waiting long?” Harry asked sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to if I did. Hours at the Ministry are worse under Avery right now. Hopefully that changes for us when Edgar comes back.” he sighed as he came to sit with her. “What prompted all this?”