Ordinary Boy
By: Accalia Silvermoon

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! If I did, Remus would have married Harry instead of Nymphadora Tonks!

Fifteen year old Harry Potter was sitting in the Room of Requirement, trying to come to terms with the events of the past few hours.
Just two hours ago, His Royal Cootness, Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had told him about a prophecy made by none other than Hogwarts' Resident Seer, Sibyll Trelawney.

/Flashback/
Harry watched as Professor Trelawney swirled up out of the Pensieve, speaking in a harsh voice quite unlike her normally mystical tone.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.
And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not.
And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.
The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."
/EndFlashback/

'Why do I have to be the one to kill Dolt-emort?' Harry asked himself.
'ust because he failed to kill me as a baby doesn't mean I can defeat him. After all, my survival was probably just a fluke.
Its not like I did anything special, anyway. Mum was the one who really deserved all the credit.
But no... the stupid Wizarding World doesn't care about that. All they care about is the fact that a one year old somehow survived Voldemort's Killing Curse.
All they care about is placing the fate of the Wizarding World on the shoulders of a 15 month old baby!' he thought miserably as he started to sing.

"Don't get me wrong, I hate who I am.
I don't want to be ungrateful, it probably sounds strange.
I really hate the role I play, the title I have, because with all the fame,
The things that seem so simple are suddenly so far out of reach.
I wish the world could see that underneath...

I'm just an ordinary boy!
Sometimes I'm lazy, I get bored.
I get scared, I feel ignored.
I feel happy, I get silly.
I choke on my own words.
I make wishes, I have dreams.
And I still want to believe Anything can happen in this world...
To an ordinary boy.
Like you, like me.

How are you?
Hello, goodbye.
One day here, one day there,
And again its time to go.
Star Quidditch player, always on my broom.
Put my best foot forward, gotta get back on the move.
Give an interview for the front page of the Daily Prophet,
Everywhere I go, I get a heavier pocket.
I'm called the Boy Who Lived...

I'm just an ordinary boy!
Sometimes I'm lazy, I get bored.
I get scared, I feel ignored.
I feel happy, I get silly.
I choke on my own words.
I make wishes, I have dreams And I still want to believe Anything can happen in this world...
To an ordinary boy.

So give it everything or nothing all,
Get back on your feet when you stumble and fall .
A little luck can go a long way,
So don't you worry about what people say.
Who knows where the wind may blow...
For an ordinary boy.

I'm just an ordinary boy!
Sometimes I'm lazy, I get bored.
I get scared, I feel ignored.
I feel happy, I get silly.
I choke on my own words.
I make wishes, I have dreams.
And I still want to believe.
Anything can happen in this world...
To an ordinary boy.
Like me, like you...
I'm just an ordinary boy."

As Harry finished his song, he noticed Hermione had come in and was currently staring at him in shock.
The next thing he knew, she had flown at him in a suffocating hug.
"Hermione, can't breathe!" Harry gasped.
Hermione turned red.
"Sorry," she muttered.

Harry laughed weakly.
"It's okay. Just try not to strangle me next time, okay?"
"Okay!" Hermione agreed. "Oh, and Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry replied.
"You're not the Boy Who Lived to me," said Hermione.
"To me, you're just ordinary Harry Potter."

THE END