Freedom's Not So Free
Prologue: We Are
by Batsutousai/Katmon
Beta: Unbetaed, since I want to get this out and she's doing homework.
Summary: Defeating the Dark Lord was supposed to free the wizarding world. Defeating the Dark Lord was supposed to free the saviour. There's always a price, and someone's got to pay.
Disclaim Her: I know this might shock you, but I really don't own Harry Potter. The song, "We Are" is by Ana, so, nope, don't own that, either. Don't really own this idea, either, as I've read other fics akin to it…
Warnings: General weirdness. Nothing big, I guess. This chapter is somewhat mild. Weird writing style. I seem to have a lot of those…
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'You keep watching from your picket fenceYou keep talking but it makes no sense
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands and come out clean
Fail to recognize the enemies within
You say we're not responsible
But we are, we are…
-chorus of "We Are"
§ § § § §
He stared down at the body at his feet, disbelieving. All those years. All those deaths. Everything. For naught.
The dagger bloomed from the monster's chest. Blood ran like a river from the wound.
And still, he stared.
They found him like that. Staring…
…and they hated him…
§ § § § §
The trial was quick. He didn't even bother trying to defend himself. They were deaf to his words. They were always deaf when it came to him.
He looked over the audience of the trial. Dead. All dead. His friends… His family… His enemies… No one was left.
His fault.
He bowed his head and let them lead him out quietly.
§ § § § §
He stared out the window. The mainland was too far away to see, but he still tried, occasionally. It was nice, sometimes, to remember that place. Bushy-haired girls, red-haired boys with freckles, silver eyes that screamed arrogance, black eyes that spoke hate…
They lived only in memories. His memories.
He was trapped with memories…
…and he hated every moment of it.
§ § § § §
"Harry?"
He looked up into orbs of amber and blinked slowly at the man. "Remus." His voice was cracked and dry. Hoarse. He didn't use it anymore. What use was there?
"Harry, I've come to get you out of here. The Ministry freed you."
"Free?" Disbelief.
"Yes, Harry. You're free." The barred door opened and the amber eyes smiled brightly.
He turned back to his window. He could almost see the mainland again. "My wand…"
"It was snapped…"
"Yes."
"You have to…" The man paused.
"Tell me." He turned back to the amber eyes. Hated the sadness and pity, yet, reveled in it.
"You have to live as a Muggle, Harry. That was the condition to your freedom."
He shrugged and stood. "I don't care." The open door beckoned. The mainland was fading. A new one was coming into sight. A new world. He'd go there.
"Free…" He feet left his cage.
Amber eyes looked on, sad.
And he was free.
A/N: I know, it's weird. I just needed to get away from Abandon for a little bit. Sorry…