Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, they belong to J.K.
"Why doesn't anyone see who I really am?! I am not my father!" The 15 year old shouted as he shot curses (ones a 15 year old boy probably shouldn't know) at any breakable object he could find. "Everyone sees me as James Potter (my father), the boy who lived or the golden boy. I am my own person, with emotions and feelings!" The boy sighed and shot another string of spells and curses at a wooden table. The table cracked then turned to dust as the last spell hit it. Turning around the boy made his way towards the door.
"My name is Harry James Potter. I'm 15 years old and am shouldering the burden of the whole Wizarding World, alone. People never see me for who I am. They see my father or the boy who lived. I have been told that I am the only person who can defeat the greatest dark wizard of all time; Lord Voldemort." Harry sighed and left the room. The one place he could truly be himself. Where no one could judge him and place any more responsibility on his young shoulders.
Silently he made his way back to his dormitory without being noticed and climbed into bed; emotional masks and glamours back in place so he could face the world again when he woke in 6 hours' time.
But in the morning, everyone would meet a whole new Harry.
