Harry stood at the gate to the school. "I can’t believe it's over" he thought, slowly turning away. He looked to his two best friends, walking hand-in-hand towards the thestral driven carriages and sighed. "They are so happy, and I go off to face my doom...or my corruption." He did not want to face Voldemort in the inevitable battle that would undoubtably come soon now that he was not under the protection of Dumbledore. However as much as he dreaded to face the moment when he would be killer or victim, he was well prepared. He had spent the past two summers in intense training exercises with lupin and moody and had even performed the avada kedavra curse. Harry shuddered remembering the surge of power that had gone through him when he did the spell. But it made him slightly sick to his stomach that he had kind of liked it, the power. "I am not a murderer!" he hadn't realized that he had said it out loud until several first years began skittering away from him.
He shook his head and jogged to catch up to Ron and Hermione who were discussing their wedding plans. They immediately stopped talking when he approached though as every time the subject was broached with him around he became very depressed, knowing that he would either kill or be killed was a heady subject and put a damper on most of his future plans. He never had told them the full contents of the prophecy and they had never pressed the subject.
In fact, he had only told one other person what must happen between him and the dark lord. Towards the end of the first summer, she had walked in on one of his training sessions on accident and had looked terrified when she saw the jar with live spiders and the small pile of dead ones next to it. Harry thought his hart would break then and had followed her to her room and stood outside of the locked door trying to explain in a whisper what was going on. She opened the door just as he was about to break down, the stress of keeping his secret and the fear and anger that it had to be him had finally met the melting point and he had fallen into her embrace and they both sank to the floor crying as he told her every detail of what had been said in Dumbledore's office that fateful day when the closest thing to a father he ever had was taken from him. She had been there by his side ever since, defending him when Ron or Hermione pushed him and comforting him when he needed it. She loved him and he very slowly came to love her, but could not bring himself to allow her to go through the pain that would come with his either early demise or the mental and emotional consequences of his taking another person's life, no matter how vile that person may be. She was his world, and his reason to fight.
"Ginny" Harry said as she came up and lightly hugged his arm.
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