My Destiny
Fate,
It is a funny thing,
It likes to play with you,
Like a puppet on a string,
For example,
It could make you live,
In turmoil and suffering for years,
Then suddenly decide to thrust the world on your shoulders.
That's what happened to me,
That's my destiny,
All laid out for me on a silver platter,
All of them just expecting me to accept it willing and without argument.
Because of course no one cares about Harry,
They're all to busy caring about the Boy-Who-Lived.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…
I try not to think about it
I don't want to think about it
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…
About the people who died for me, because of me, for knowing me.
Dumbledore
Sirius
Cedric
Mum
Dad
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he must have a power the Dark Lord knows not…
The people who have been hurt or harmed because of me, for knowingme
Ron
Hermione
Ginny
Neville
Luna
Mr Weasley
Bill
Justin
Nick
Penelope
The list keeps going, growing,
I don't want to think about it, so I block it out, block them out, shun them aside…
Just like I do to my friends
And either will die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…
But they're never far away, my dark side of the mind,
Hovering just on the edge of my consciousness,
A swirling, gloomy cloud, pushing to take yet another grab at my sanity,
But at night they shatter through, haunting me and blaming me with their dead, hollow voices,
And the worst part is,
Is that I know its all true
And that I'm all alone
With my destiny
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh-
But then a light shines through
Shattering through all thought of the prophecy, Sirius, the Horcruxes
Telling me
It's not my fault
It's his.
He ruined the lives of so many souls.
He killed all those innocent victims.
And he's going to pay for it.
For the light reminds me
I'm not alone
Ron
Hermione
Mr and Mrs Weasley
Neville
Luna
Ginny, my dear Ginny
All choose to stay
All choose to fight
All choose not to walk away.
All do care about Harry.
Which is how I know,
This is our fight.
Our Destiny.
Mystical Magical Me
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This is just something that wandered into my mind when practising for my poetry GCSE. Hop you like! I'll get another story/chapter up soon!