Am I the star beneath the stairs?
That's where it all started. Harry James Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World, living with his muggle relatives in a cupboard under their stairs. Not many people knew that, of course. By the time I had gotten to Hogwarts, I had begrugingly obtained my own room at the Dursleys. Only my closest friends knew about the cupboard.
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Once I had entered the Wizarding World at 11, everyone put me on a pedestal. I was the one who was going to bring down Voldemort and save them all. They saw my scar more than they saw me, almost making me feel as though I was a ghost behind my scar. Thankfully, at 17, I fulfilled my duty.
Am I your anything?
After I took Voldemort down, the hype died. I was just Harry Potter, not the "Chosen One" or "Boy Who Lived" any longer. It was a bit of culture shock. Going from celebrity to nobody. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna never left my side, though. I owe them my sanity.
Will you believe in me tonight?
It's the tenth anniversary of the War tonight, and I'm supposed to give a speech. I don't know how many people will be there, but I know Ginny will. She's been my rock since the war ended. Everything that I've done since, I've done for her. All I can hope is that she realizes this before it's too far gone.
Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I the ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
A/N: I had recently found "Morningstar" by AFI, and I've listened to it a few times. The ending of the song made me think of Harry, and how he may have reacted if he went from huge celebrity to nobody after the war.
I threw it together in literally like 5 minutes, so it's bound to have issues. I just can't be bothered to fix it.
-kd