Titel: I'll remember

Author: Lunary

Pairing: TR/HP

Drama/Romance/Love/broken Harry/Sane Tom

All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. I don't make money with it and none of the Characters belong to me.

AN:
So this is my first FF in English and I know I'm far from perfect. I've to admit I don't know where this plot bunny will guide me to in the end but I hope I can follow him and make a decent story.

Long Story short, here is the first chapter: I'll remember


It was a rainy day and it was cold. Harry couldn't remember when had left the house where his relatives where nor when it was the last time, he had eaten properly.

The rain had soaked his clothes and they hung to him like a second skin would do.

A bitter smile was on his lips which were a thin line and the swing where he sat moved only a little because he had no strength left to push the swing.

Everything seemed like a lie, everything he had stood for and lived for and he felt rejected and alone.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember what it had felt to be alive and wanted.

When he was honest with himself the only time he had felt wanted and alive was the time he had battled with Voldemort or his saner Version which was Tom.

He remembered what Dumbeldore had done, what had happened and how he himself had died and had met up with the one and only Tom Riddle at Kings Cross Station, with the sane Version of the man who had murdered his parents, who had murdered his own father and who had ordered to kill the last person with a connection to both his parents. Even if one, of the connections wasn't a good one.

Nagini which had killed said man, and said man dying in his arms.

Now he could admit that Snape had been a proud man and had died an honourable death. But it didn't make the things easier for him.

He couldn't find it in himself to kill the sorry part of the dark Lord under the bench nor could he find it in himself to go back to his friends, to the very people who had fought with him and grieved for lost friends and dear ones alike.

It wasn't the fact that he himself thought they were wrong, or they doing was wrong. It was the fact that he couldn't cope with the pain and the, grieve for losing so many people in a war that was meaningless because there wasn't a right or wrong and hadn't been. At least, not in reality and not when you would ask him about it.

But when was there ever a time when one had asked him what he wanted and what not.

He hadn't been able to say he would have preferred to live with his parents when they were murdered because of a stupid prophecy, he hadn't been able to save his godfathers and now he himself was a godfather and not a good one when he would look at himself.

He pushed himself up from the swing and with a tired sigh got to face the reality of life and the part where he could try to alter it.

He could try and even if it was the last thing he did, maybe he could achieve a life where he could start a new, start to life a normal life with a normal family and far away...

Little did he know that when he would go to sleep this cold day, he would get what he wished for, even if it wasn't in the way he would have dreamed of.


AN:
So this is my first FF in English and I know I'm far from perfect. I've to admit I don't know where this plotbunny will guide me to in the end but I hope I can follow him and make a decent story.

* Edited on 28/04/2013 *