Saddest Harry Potter Headcanons Novels & Stories

I hugged my mentor. "Thank you, Pamela." "You are coming along nicely, Mr. Potter," Pamela patted my cheek. "Your praise leaves me suspicious, Professor Snape. Besides, if I'm going to die, it helps me to know you'll go first ." "That was uncalled for," Pamela chided me. It was the 'Snape' role she rejected. "Snape gave up his life for Harry, Dumbledore died for Draco," I countered. "Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that," Pamela shone with joy and pride.

Maybe he still got a little chance to crush his dear brother to the ground. To his surprise, Harry was laughing out loud. His head threw to the back. “Leo oh Leo… You are still living in your imagination huh?” He said after he stopped laughing. Leo’s eyebrows knitted as he didn’t think if anything was funny now. Then, Harry's expression became serious in a split second. He looked at him with sadness in his eyes. “This is our end, son. Can’t you see? Please open your eyes and wake up.” He spoke with a heavy sigh.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone." Carla, Amanda, and Mick were all shaken. Their eyes widened in shock. Carla almost screamed. "How is that possible? How could Harry just disappear like that?" She was starting to lose control. "He was fine yesterday! How could something happen to him today?" I stood quietly nearby, watching. I only felt bitter irony. I didn't feel like they were sad because I was gone. It felt more like they were upset because Simon had lost a stepping stone and a scapegoat.

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."