Blackening My soul

With your False light you Show

Is the Biggest mistake

You will Know

Harry Potter a boy of 12 wrote in his journal. Such hard core feelings for one so young. Why must he carry this burden? Why must he do it alone? He does not have a say in his life. He does not have a say on who should live and who should die. He doesn't even get to choose what side he wants to fight for. Even at 12 he can feel the pull of the dark arts. But he is strong enough to fight it off…for know. Everyday, our young Harry sinks lower and lower into depression. Dark thoughts clouding his innocent mind, yet not so innocent. He's seen death; he's seen horrible, horrible acts committed on innocent bystanders. And he wants revenge, and by god he will get it. In this lifetime or the next he will get it. No one realizes how much power Harry Potter possesses. I'm not even sure he knows the full extent to it.

Everyone underestimates children. Even children themselves. They were raised to think that once you become older you become smarter. What they don't know is that children are smart. Their thoughts aren't clouded by doubt or experience; they know and see things how they are. Like if an adult saw a leprechaun they would think it an illusion and think about it all day, trying to find a logical explanation. If a child saw a leprechaun they'll believe it being there, then go about their business. for what troubles a grown up will never trouble a child.

And so as this extraordinary child sits here. he dwells on his life feeling his mood change rapidly with every depressing thought. And as the memories of his first 12 years of life pass through his brain he can't help but think about his bad habits. The ones that helps him through. The ones that help him deal.

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I know i write short fics, i'll try to make them longer, bear with me