Camp Potter: Campfire Songs, Week 5
OTP Boot Camp Challenge - Generosity
"Those you've pained may carry that still with them. All the same, they whisper all forgiven."- Spring Awakening, "Those You've Known"
Baggage
There was always the point a person came to when they had had enough. When everything that had ever been done to them became too much, and they were no longer willing to forgive past transgressions. Everyone had that level of discomfort where their pain won over their nature, and everything came to the surface in a fury.
Sometimes he wondered if Harry was even mortal like the rest of them.
Harry was able to forgive everything to an extent that was awe-inspiring. He was honestly lucky due to that one trait of Harry's that he was not fond of. It meant that Harry was willing to be exposed to the same pain again, and again, by the same people who were never willing to learn.
He was most definitely not that generous, and even if Harry was willing to forgive the people who had hurt him, he was not willing to forgive the people who had harmed Harry.
He was the only one who saw Harry's insecurities, the only one who saw how their words affected Harry time and time again, the carelessly cruel words that attacked Harry from the very people he thoughtlessly forgave.
It was ridiculously infuriating.
He knew Harry; he knew Harry would keep forgiving no matter what happened. Harry was the foolish Gryffindor with the loyalty of a silly Hufflepuff, and the boy didn't even realize what he was doing to himself.
It was all he could do not to curse Harry's friends into oblivion, knowing that would probably hurt Harry more, even though it would probably be more beneficial in the long run. He wasn't even allowed to glare at the gits, Harry told him he was being rude whenever he did.
He wasn't being rude. They were.
He honestly had no idea where Harry's generous and selfless tendencies had come from. Surely at some point Harry had been forced to think of only himself? They had grown up so similarly he found it almost impossible to think that Harry had never had to think for only himself, which meant he found it incredibly difficult to figure out where Harry's kindness, generosity, and all around giving nature had come from.
He doubted even Dumbledore would be able to forgive everything Harry had, and that thought wasn't a pleasant one, since most of the Wizarding World still saw Dumbledore as some sort of saint. Dumbledore was most definitely not a saint.
If anyone was a saint, it was Harry.
The Wizarding World didn't see it that way though. They would never think of Harry as saint-like as long as he was associated with the ex-Dark Lord.
Did those fools not understand what it took to make a Dark Lord want to change? Of course they didn't, they never bothered to leave the safety of their normal lives to fight for themselves. They were a lot of cowards who barely even deserved to have had the war end as it had. So what if a couple thousand of those useless lards died.
No, he had promised Harry he wouldn't think those kinds of thoughts anymore. From Harry's amused expression, he could tell that Harry had known exactly what he had been thinking.
He sighed. He was supposed to be a master Occlumens, but he couldn't keep Harry out of his mind. He didn't even know why he was surprised anymore.
It was Harry Potter he was talking about after all.
