That is the way it's got to be, thought Harry.
The time to fight Voldemort was coming soon. Everyone could feel it running through their bodies. There was news of recent attacks. Each one closer and closer to Hogwarts. The halls were always buzzing and people would stare at Harry as if he weren't human. Hermione and Ron were the only people that wouldn't stare.
It was their final year. Even Harry was skeptic that he'd graduate. Voldemort would attack soon, and that was all he could think about.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine."
His friend's confidence was reassuring but also sickening. His power was nothing compared to Voldemort's. Surviving his 5th and 6th years were hard enough, with attacks being thrown at him, people he knew and loved dying—including Charlie Weasley. A Death Eater had controlled a dragon Charlie was studying, and he had been killed. Ron still hadn't gotten over the death. It was his brother, after all. Hermione had been another target, being muggle born and a best friend of Harry Potter.
"Let's get to bed, it's late." Said Hermione, trying to pull him up.s
"No thanks." Muttered Harry.
She gave up. With a sad look at him, she went up the stairs to the girl's dormitories. Ron sat down.
"Harry, being tired and not eating won't help your chances of winning against You-Know-Who."
"Just say the name! V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T." He said slowly.
Ron had gotten used to Harry saying the name, but he still flinched. Opening his mouth as if to say something, he shook his head and went up to the boy's dormitories. Glancing at the Head Boy badge pinned to his robes, then sighing, Harry crossed his arms. Staring hard at the blazing fire, there was an angry feeling burning hotter than the fire.
I don't deserve that Head Boy badge any more than Malfoy
does.
If he wasn't going to live, why would he need a Head Boy badge? To deliver a speech as a ghost? I think not!
But the truth was, Harry Potter was scared. Many thought he was being pessimistic, others thought he was being sensible and acting the way anyone in this situation would. People who knew him well, however, knew that whenever he thought of the possibility of dying young, he was scared. A huge responsibility came with his power and no matter what he tried, his job description wouldn't change.
He would always be the Boy Who Lived.
A/N- I thought of a plot! I thought of a plot! * cheers * This'll be a few chapters, there will be a bit of romance somewhere, not too sure where, but there will be! Speaking of romance, I don't even know who's going to get together! Well, I'll take a poll then. H/H or R/H. I would have written more, but I have a project due in two days! I've barely even started! Sorry it's short…