In The End

I own nothing.

In the end what does it matter. Everything I have lived for, everything I hoped for, gone. In a blink of an eye, that

spans years, gone in an instant. In the beginning I was the boy who lived, but had nothing to live for. Shunted off to a family that would rather see me dead, that would lie to me, that would beat me. There was nothing there for me, except to be tossed and treated like a piece of Shit.

In the end I wanted to kill myself, as there was nothing left to live for. Then came Hoggwarts, and for the fist time

except for the people who gawked at me, I could experience a normal life, make friends, go to a school where people excepted me for who I am, or to be called a freak, or picked on (well mostly). I succeeded in that. I made friends, for the most part did well in school, and importantly found people who loved me. For six years I lead a life, and yes it was filled with hardships. The 7th year and the years afterwards, except for a few bright spots, were not so great.

In the end I did not ask to be the boy who lived. I did not ask to be treated as a hero, I did not ask to be the savior of the wizard community. Yet there I was, trained by some of greatest, and some not so great. Trained to be a leader, trained to take the fight to the enemy, trained not to back down. In the end what choice did I really have. It was kill or be killed, and I did not have a say in the matter.

In the end I became that leader, I took the fight to the enemy, I did not BACKDOWN. I won the FUCKING war against Voldemort, and I did it twice. But I have nothing left to live for. My friends killed before my eyes trying to protect me. My unborne child ripped from its mothers (my wifes) stomach, before it could draw its first breathe.

In the end I am the boy who lived, who has nothing left to live for.