Harry's Thoughts on fame,
What's it like to be famous?
Famous for something you hardly remember?
Famous for being the youngest Seeker at Quidditch?
Famous for being the Triwizard Champion?
Maybe, maybe not in my thoughts, but in other, yes.
Now the world rests their hands on you, for being their famous Hero.
Seeing you as powerful, great, brave and living the life, a famous person is thought to lived.
But that is all lies,
* Powerful and great, no.
Forced to fight and live, yes.
*Brave, maybe.
Trying to protect, yes.
Putting others lives before my own, yes.
Worried and scared. Sometimes, but well hidden.
*And a great life? No.
Underfed, never cared for, parent's murder, yes.
Always being reminded of how I exactly look like my father at his age, yes.
And my mother eyes, exactly like hers, right down to the magical sparkle, yes.
But ever remembering any happy moments with them? no.
But I will be strong, keep my head high instead of sulking.
Except and understand, of course.
Each year of school, somehow under covering secrets of my past, that no one will share, yes.
Each year managing to live to the next, always fighting to having a normal life, yes.
Each year a step closer to revealing the one and only question, which has been forced and hushed away from me,
"Why did Voldemort want me destroyed?"
"Why?"
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What's it like to be famous?
Famous for something you hardly remember?
Famous for being the youngest Seeker at Quidditch?
Famous for being the Triwizard Champion?
Maybe, maybe not in my thoughts, but in other, yes.
Now the world rests their hands on you, for being their famous Hero.
Seeing you as powerful, great, brave and living the life, a famous person is thought to lived.
But that is all lies,
* Powerful and great, no.
Forced to fight and live, yes.
*Brave, maybe.
Trying to protect, yes.
Putting others lives before my own, yes.
Worried and scared. Sometimes, but well hidden.
*And a great life? No.
Underfed, never cared for, parent's murder, yes.
Always being reminded of how I exactly look like my father at his age, yes.
And my mother eyes, exactly like hers, right down to the magical sparkle, yes.
But ever remembering any happy moments with them? no.
But I will be strong, keep my head high instead of sulking.
Except and understand, of course.
Each year of school, somehow under covering secrets of my past, that no one will share, yes.
Each year managing to live to the next, always fighting to having a normal life, yes.
Each year a step closer to revealing the one and only question, which has been forced and hushed away from me,
"Why did Voldemort want me destroyed?"
"Why?"
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Please review!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks!!!!!