Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling
I'm Harry Potter. At least, that's what everybody seems to think. I'm Harry Potter, how could I be anything but brave and strong and happy. Nobody seems to understand. They see me with Ron and Hermione, they see me on the front page of the Daily Prophet, and it never once occurs to them that maybe, just maybe, I'm not happy. Maybe I'm not strong. Maybe I'm not brave. Maybe, on the inside, I'm sick and lonely.
I'm sick of being sick and lonely, but it's been like this for as long as I can remember. It almost makes me miss the days when I was merely mocked and ridiculed by the Dursleys. Their taunts were nothing in comparison to the hurt that engulfs me. Everyone expects things from me. I, alone, am the "chosen one", and I have to defeat Voldemort. Do they realise what they are asking from me? It isn't that easy.
It's like nothing they could ever imagine; facing Voldemort. All the libraries and spell books in the world could never prepare you for that moment when it's you, and the one person who has haunted your dreams more than any other, and you have to fight. You both stand there, wands at the ready. It's funny how all the courage drains from you as you stare into that face. You can't show it though. Always bold. Always calm. Don't let him see the fear in your eyes, or you're finished. There are just choices and seconds that stand between you and death. Any moment, everything could be lost.
I wouldn't wish this on anybody, not even the ones who I despise. Even Draco Malfoy would cripple under this pressure. Each day brings me closer to that final battle that I know will come. I know that one day this waiting will be over and something will bring me to that pale, menacing face once again. Who knows if I will live through it? Maybe everyone I love will finally look, and they will see that all that is left of Harry Potter is his lifeless corpse. That's all that's left now, anyway. What an end for a hero.
Nobody gets it. This. This life. This body. These thoughts. This torture.