Who am I? – A Harry Potter fanfic
Written by: Bonnie F.
Disclaimer:
The character I'm writing about belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything else (is there
anything left??) belongs to me.
Author's Note:
It is really obvious who it is, so, I'm not going to say. Yes, the character is from the
Harry Potter series. I hope you like it, and you are free to review. You can flame if you
want; it will be only regarded as freedom of speech.
My heart and soul are above ground, but my mind and body are beneath it. Why?
How did that happen? I'm so confused. But I'm still wondering, am I my heart and soul,
or am I really only my body and my mind, truly?
Who am I?
I want to do good things, really. My body just does different things, mean things;
that my faulted mind tells it to do. This mind of mine, it is pure evil. It moves my mouth
and forces me to speak horrid words. It is not me. But then, what is my true personality?
Who am I?
I am named of a dragon, one of a Greek myth. I am not Greek, and neither am I
strong, like the dragon I am supposed to be. Am I a dragon? I don't think so. My name
does not describe me; at least I don't think so. I am not a dragon. Fierce dragons cannot
represent me. But isn't your name supposed to represent you? Mine doesn't.
Who am I?
I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am, either. Father says that I go to
Hogwarts, but then, and even when I am supposed to be home, I hardly see anything. I
can see, but I cannot. It is so hard to explain. Everything seems dull; everything is shown
in black and gray. I keep putting one foot ahead of the other – or is that my body? The
real me only comes out when my mind is asleep, as it is now. Is the true me awake or
asleep? I don't know.
Who am I?
My head hurts so horribly. I think my mind is beginning to wake up! Oh no… I'll
have to be my evil self again, for another day. I'll have to suffer the pain my remarks give
other people. Hmm… I wonder. Could there be other people like me? Maybe there are.
Maybe they could help me, help me to discover who I am. But still, the question remains:
Who am I?
My mind is almost fully awake. I have to go very soon. I suppose I will try to
have hope today. Maybe my dark side will go away, and only my light side will remain!
What a good person I'd be. I can tell that I only have precious seconds before my mind's
sleep ceases. Thank you for listening. I think I know who I am now; thank you also for
helping me.
So now, who are you?
Written by: Bonnie F.
Disclaimer:
The character I'm writing about belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything else (is there
anything left??) belongs to me.
Author's Note:
It is really obvious who it is, so, I'm not going to say. Yes, the character is from the
Harry Potter series. I hope you like it, and you are free to review. You can flame if you
want; it will be only regarded as freedom of speech.
My heart and soul are above ground, but my mind and body are beneath it. Why?
How did that happen? I'm so confused. But I'm still wondering, am I my heart and soul,
or am I really only my body and my mind, truly?
Who am I?
I want to do good things, really. My body just does different things, mean things;
that my faulted mind tells it to do. This mind of mine, it is pure evil. It moves my mouth
and forces me to speak horrid words. It is not me. But then, what is my true personality?
Who am I?
I am named of a dragon, one of a Greek myth. I am not Greek, and neither am I
strong, like the dragon I am supposed to be. Am I a dragon? I don't think so. My name
does not describe me; at least I don't think so. I am not a dragon. Fierce dragons cannot
represent me. But isn't your name supposed to represent you? Mine doesn't.
Who am I?
I don't know who I am. I don't know where I am, either. Father says that I go to
Hogwarts, but then, and even when I am supposed to be home, I hardly see anything. I
can see, but I cannot. It is so hard to explain. Everything seems dull; everything is shown
in black and gray. I keep putting one foot ahead of the other – or is that my body? The
real me only comes out when my mind is asleep, as it is now. Is the true me awake or
asleep? I don't know.
Who am I?
My head hurts so horribly. I think my mind is beginning to wake up! Oh no… I'll
have to be my evil self again, for another day. I'll have to suffer the pain my remarks give
other people. Hmm… I wonder. Could there be other people like me? Maybe there are.
Maybe they could help me, help me to discover who I am. But still, the question remains:
Who am I?
My mind is almost fully awake. I have to go very soon. I suppose I will try to
have hope today. Maybe my dark side will go away, and only my light side will remain!
What a good person I'd be. I can tell that I only have precious seconds before my mind's
sleep ceases. Thank you for listening. I think I know who I am now; thank you also for
helping me.
So now, who are you?