Why
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"Harry!" Hermione, who had a shocked look on her face, yelled from where all other students stood. At the staff table, Lily and James Potter looked horrified. I just looked straight into the cold red eyes of the snakelike man before me.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked. I knew letting him do this would doom the wizarding world. I couldn't bring myself to care, "Just kill me already so it can be done with."
"I just am curious about one thing. What could make a rich and famous teenage boy like yourself wish to die so much?" Voldemort asked with curiosity. I sighed.
"After you attacked my family, my parents stopped caring about me. Days would go by and I wouldn't be fed because they forgot. When I got beat up at school they wouldn't notice. Every year I went downstairs on my birthday or Christmas hoping, not for presents, but to be noticed. I never did get my wish. I didn't get presents either, but I didn't care about that much. Once, I was at Diagon Alley when I was only five or six and I couldn't find my parents so this lady asked what their names were and when I said Lily and James Potter she told me not to lie and walked away. I later found out she was their friend and she didn't know they had another child."
"That is sick that they would do that to their own child. You know, you could join me. Together we could rule the world," Voldemort told me. I shook my head slowly.
"At one point I wanted to join you. I wanted my revenge on my parents. I lost faith in the world though. This world isn't a place I want to be. I want to be… free. Free to do what I want without the chains I have here holding me back. I wish I could go back to when you don't know what is going on or that I could stand this world any longer but I can't so I just gave up a long time ago," I confided.
"You would have made a wonderful wizard Harry," Voldemort told me sadly. It was strange that my parents wouldn't be sad about my death but my killer would.
"Maybe if things had been different. Too much has happened for me to believe in such things as hope and pride. I can only think about what is," I explained. The man nodded.
"Bring the boy's parents," he said. Four deatheaters stepped forward and grabbed the Potters.
"Please let him go," Lily asked, and for a second he thought she was talking about him. Then he noticed a fifth had grabbed his brother Eric.
"Do not worry for your brat. You have heard the story of what you did to your son. Any last words to the boy you ruined?" Voldemort asked. Lily shed just a few tears as she faced the son she forgot.
"I'm sorry, for what it's worth. I never even realized," she told him softly.
"I didn't either. I, too, am sorry. If I had, I would have put more effort in remembering. All I can say is that," James put in.
"Now while that was all sweet, the boy-who-lived has made a wish that I must grant," Voldemort said.
"Please don't," whimpered Lily. She stared at the boy she forgot. He realized she was looking for similarities between him and Eric. There were none, however. The only similarity was that they were both fourteen. They were both young. I looked to my soon-to-be-killer and saw he had his wand out. I nodded slightly.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort yelled. I stared into the light. It was the same emerald green as my eyes. The light got closer and closer and I smiled. The chains were off. I was free.