Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, then I would have no trouble paying for college. I don't own Aida either. Lyrics have been changed slightly to fit the story.
A/N: Thanks to whydoyouneedtoknow (Anne) for beta-ing this for me! For those in the DA, this is based on canon, not DV
Dance of the Robe
By LupineMoon
Harry sighed for the umpteenth time as he sat on his bed, staring out the window. His thoughts turned to the prophecy.
"Either must die at the hand of the other
For neither can live while the other survives"
It was him, or Voldemort. Harry would either kill or be killed. And he didn't like either prospect. But that wasn't Harry's biggest worry. His biggest worry was the expectations of the wizarding people, the ones on his side. On his shoulders rode the fate of an entire people. And to top it all off, he had a reputation to uphold. His mother had been a brilliant Muggle-born witch, caring, kind and smart. His father, though arrogant at first, had also been brilliant, courageous and loyal. Harry had much to live up to. He was thankful that the wizarding world did not know the whole prophecy. Their expectations now were enough.
It's knowing what they want of me that scares me
It's knowing having followed that I must lead
It's knowing that each person there compares me
To those in my past whom I now succeed
But how can whatever I do for them now
Be enough
Be enough
He could just imagine the people screaming his name, like some singer or some other celebrity. Harry shuddered; he detested the attention he got. They would be crying his name, begging him to be their hero, to save them and their children.
Harry bit back a scream of frustration. Why him? Why couldn't it have been someone else? Why didn't Voldemort pick Neville? But it was pointless to brood over what-ifs. What would come would come, and he would be sure to do his best.
Harry! Harry!
All we ask of you
Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage
To ask more would be selfish
But nothing less will do
Harry! Harry!
Harry smiled thinly at the thought of being hero-worshiped. He knew that much of the wizarding world believed him to live a privileged existence. Harry could just imagine their shock if they could see him in Muggle clothes, especially Dudley's outgrown ones that were much too large for him, and their outrage if they knew how he had been treated at the Dursleys while he had lived with them.
He burst out laughing at the image of an angry public pounding on the Dursleys' door, demanding their blood for the mistreatment of the precious "Boy –Who-Lived".
You robe should be golden, your robe should be perfect
Instead of this ragged concoction of thread
But may you be moved by its desperate beauty
To give us new life for we'd rather be dead
Than live in the squalor and shame of the slave
To the dance!
To the dance!
Harry felt like Atlas: the weight of the world on his shoulders. If he did not succeed, and Voldemort killed him, the wizarding world was doomed. Harry was their only hope. And he would spend the rest of his life preparing for this final task.
Harry! Harry!
All we ask of you
All we ask is a lifetime of
Service, wisdom, courage
To ask more would be selfish
But nothing less will do
Harry! Harry!
Harry! Harry!
Harry! Harry! Harry!
He had often wished, since learning of the prophecy, that it had been someone else whom Voldemort had marked; someone else whom the prophecy applied to. Then, he would have been living a normal life with his parents, happy and carefree. But no, his fate had been decided for him that night Professor Trelawney had given her prediction.
There were times when he'd just wanted to give up. But he knew he couldn't; for his sake and theirs. He had scores to settle, deaths to avenge, and he would not rest until he was finished.
I know expectations are wild and almost
Beyond my fulfillment but they won't hear
A word of a doubt or see signs of weakness
My nigh on impossible duty is clear
If I can rekindle my ancestors' dreams
It's enough
It's enough
At least he hoped it would be.
It's enough
Harry!
Harry! Harry!
Harry! Harry! Harry!
No, he would make it so. As long as he did enough for himself, that would be enough for everyone.
It's enough
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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