Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does and why does she have to have such a long name. Well it's not long, but after typing it everytime you write a story it is...
Was posted on my other account, but I'm moving my stories to this one and this is the first to move.
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If
I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive
and well, will you be
There holding my hand
Harry often wondered.
If he went insane, if he defeated Voldemort, would they still be his friends? Would they still think him strong, invicible? Would they stay by his side, despite his completion of his destiny? Would they be his friends forever?
Or would they abandon him, their ride to fame now just another person?
Harry sighed softly as he gazed down at the rolling lawns of Hogwarts and the tiny dots that were fellow classmates. Absently he wondered what it would be like to have an afternoon not worrying about whether you'd live past your next birthday or who would die next...
Harry sighed again and shook the depressing thoughts out of his head. He turned his gaze back down to his book and began absently twirling his quill between his fingers. But it was no use. He couldn't concentrate.
A tantilising breeze swept over the boy, ruffling his hair and bring the smells and sounds of summer. Harry closed his book again and his gaze strayed to the grounds below.
He had the perfect view of the grounds from his perch in one of the windows of the Astromany Tower. The breeze swept past and he tilted his head a up. Harry's eyes closed in a sign of bliss and the wind brought a temporary relief from the hot sun.
Have to find a spell. Need to kill Voldemort and save the world.
The thought ran through his head and refused to budge. Harry's shoulders slumped and he flipped open the book and returned to searching blindly.