[Harry Potter] A Bone-Deep Tenderness

When everything is already over, why can't they find release? Who refuses to let go? You? Me? Him? Or is it simply fate, toying with everyone in the palm of its hand? Who is consumed by resentment, who has plotted every move, who is shrouded in mystery, who is cold and merciless? How many memories, faded like smoke, lie buried beneath Hogwarts' thousand-year-old dust? He is Harry Potter. He is more than Harry Potter. What is the truth? As you try to part the layers of mist surrounding his life, are you loving him or hurting him? When the truth is revealed, will all the struggle have been in vain...?