Disclaimer: I will never know J.K. Rowling. But sadly I never will.
Author's Note: This is my first real fanfiction on this website. I'm sorry if you see any mistakes. Please tell me that would be much very nice. Please and thank you for reading my story.
Harry Potter was a wizard, a good one. But sadly no one can see past the mask that he created to hide himself from reality. Harry Potter is different. He is depressed, even more so than normal. His godfather Sirius Black died during the last school year. Harry was ready to take of the mask that he wore to show Sirius his true self, but he died before Harry could. So he became even more withdrawn. People thought that he was doing it because Sirius died, so he knew that he could never trust anyone to take of his mask. So he will be forever known as Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He will never be the same person he was before he started Hogwarts. He wants to but is afraid of the reactions that would follow everyone in the Wizardry world, thought that he is a perfect person, with no worries and his destiny was to defeat Voldemort. Then marry a witch to carry on the Potter name, and then die the name and the man he was supposed to be. But only Harry will know the truth. He is the only one that will.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why is life the way it is?
Why don't others care?
They only care for themselves.
Everyone only cares about others.
Only themselves.
They don't care about you
They don't care if you are broken.
They don't care that you are lost.
They don't care if you are gone.
They don't care.
They will never care.
They won't care when you fade away.
They don't care that you're gone.
Never to return again.
Because they only care for themselves.