The boy who lived.
Or at least that's what they called him.
They looked up at him like he was a god
And they the peasants to follow him.
He was just a kid shoved into a war that he wanted no part of.
Forced to fight year after year for his life.
Manipulated to dumbledore's will with no regards to his safety.
Poor Harry.
For that is who he was.
Harry. Just Harry.
Not The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Or the Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Die.
Or the chosen one.
He was just Harry.
It's really hard for people to understand.
That they shouldn't put the world on a child's shoulders.
For they could crack under the pressure.
And be weighed down emotionally.
But the wizarding world,
Those selfish old fools,
Didn't care about Poor Harry.
For he was the chosen one!
The one who would save them all!
Baloney, I tell you.
He's more than just the Dark Lord Destroyer.
He's a Son.
A Friend.
A Father.
A Human Being.
So please.
Before you decide to bow at Harry Potters feet.
Think about this.
I really don't want you bowing at my feet.
A nice handshake would do the trick really.