I do not own Hogwart or anything in it (but it would be fun to live there), Harry Potter (the character or the book) nor do I own anything related to them.
I always wonder how to word a disclaimer.
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It was so simple in the beginning... I would kill him, he would die and I would go on living. It wasn't supposed to be a great thing. I knew I would have to face him eventually. It was unavoidable. With Dumbledore constant advice and words of encouragement that I was the "saviour" of the wizarding world I realized they didn't expect me to be anything more than that... a saviour... a martyr. Why me though? I was simply a child pushed into the world of government and power. He wanted power... he wanted to rule... they didn't want him to... they wanted to keep the power to themselves... they expected me to keep they're power in check. It was so simple before.
They never asked me what I thought or who I supported. They assumed everything and didn't give me the chance to tell them the truth. Not given the chance I began to forget my own oppinions and thoughts on the matter. I was being blinded by the people I trusted. Dumbeldore never gives room for opptions and he saw to it that I never question what I was told. They taught me and encouraged me to hate Slytherines and everything related to them. I needed to see the world for what it truly was before I let them blind me completly. Draco wanted to be my friend in the beginning but why? I call him Draco now because that is who he is. No more of this "Potter" "Malfoy" buisness. I want to see what he stands for. Not what I have been lead to belive he stands for.
It was Draco who I met before any of my other fellow students. He acted like a snob, but he was still the first person of my age who wasn't afraid of being beaten up by Dudley and his gang for simply talking to me. He has never treated me different from any other people untill he found out I was who I was. Even then it was more to the fact that he thought I was a Gryphindore against The Dark Lord. I laugh at that now because at the time I thought that way too. I look back and wonder what in my life has been true. What has happened to me simply because I was the one to survive?
Ron only stoped to talk to me because his brothers had told him I was "THE Harry Potter". He came in and talk all to findout if I was infact him and not some joke. Hermione only came for a toad and to watch Ron do magic, then stayed for introductions and to show off. Odds are she would have taken my name and gone off again in the same way only not likely with the same need to imppress... Then I come back to Draco. He treated me as nice I guess as he could. Then he offered his friendship... no that is to much for what he was offering. It was more like an alliance than anything. All the teachers expect me to be the top of my class, Snape resented my fame, and Dumbledore favoured me. I know all this but there is nothing I can do about it. That's just my life.
What was there to stop me from going to Him and joining? Nothing really, they all simply brushed it off as the fact that I could never do anything like that. And in a way they're right. I could never join him. To have a tattoo burned into me. I like tattoos but the pain is supposed to go away after a time. I will not be anyone's lackey. I have been a pawn for far to long already. Maybe I want some space to myself. I would love to go and talk to Voldermort. Every time I hear someone say You-know-who I get mad. It's just as bad as The-boy-who-lived. He just wants to get away from his name... like me.
They say we're alike in looks and wands but that we don't have the same drive or the same ambitions, that I could never be evil. They don't know anything about me. I am dark in thought but light in actions. My mind is constantly fighting not to hit my friends and walk away. They think they know me, who I am, what I stand for... but the thing is I don't know myself. I've been told what I think for my whole schooling life. It was so much simpler at the Dursley's. They hit me but I knew what I stood for. I was against them because they hurt me... but then they were family and I had to love them even if I didn't like them. Deep down they love me too; they're just blinded by hate like I have been... Maybe I should start from the beginning.
I went to school and all I hear is that Voldermort is bad, evil and that he killed my parents. But how do they know it? I kept hearing my parents' final moments, or so I thought. I look at the emotions I felt. They were afraid of him, and he of them. That show not be what is felt when casting the killing curse. It should be hate. So that got me thinking maybe Voldermort didn't cast the curse.
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Okay I know it was short but I just want to test the water a bit. I've got more if people actually think I could go somewhere with it. I'm a little stuck for ideas. The story will go up even if people complain that it's terrible. I write for me, but I need help some times.
So let me know what you think.
Dunsley Ko
I always wonder how to word a disclaimer.
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It was so simple in the beginning... I would kill him, he would die and I would go on living. It wasn't supposed to be a great thing. I knew I would have to face him eventually. It was unavoidable. With Dumbledore constant advice and words of encouragement that I was the "saviour" of the wizarding world I realized they didn't expect me to be anything more than that... a saviour... a martyr. Why me though? I was simply a child pushed into the world of government and power. He wanted power... he wanted to rule... they didn't want him to... they wanted to keep the power to themselves... they expected me to keep they're power in check. It was so simple before.
They never asked me what I thought or who I supported. They assumed everything and didn't give me the chance to tell them the truth. Not given the chance I began to forget my own oppinions and thoughts on the matter. I was being blinded by the people I trusted. Dumbeldore never gives room for opptions and he saw to it that I never question what I was told. They taught me and encouraged me to hate Slytherines and everything related to them. I needed to see the world for what it truly was before I let them blind me completly. Draco wanted to be my friend in the beginning but why? I call him Draco now because that is who he is. No more of this "Potter" "Malfoy" buisness. I want to see what he stands for. Not what I have been lead to belive he stands for.
It was Draco who I met before any of my other fellow students. He acted like a snob, but he was still the first person of my age who wasn't afraid of being beaten up by Dudley and his gang for simply talking to me. He has never treated me different from any other people untill he found out I was who I was. Even then it was more to the fact that he thought I was a Gryphindore against The Dark Lord. I laugh at that now because at the time I thought that way too. I look back and wonder what in my life has been true. What has happened to me simply because I was the one to survive?
Ron only stoped to talk to me because his brothers had told him I was "THE Harry Potter". He came in and talk all to findout if I was infact him and not some joke. Hermione only came for a toad and to watch Ron do magic, then stayed for introductions and to show off. Odds are she would have taken my name and gone off again in the same way only not likely with the same need to imppress... Then I come back to Draco. He treated me as nice I guess as he could. Then he offered his friendship... no that is to much for what he was offering. It was more like an alliance than anything. All the teachers expect me to be the top of my class, Snape resented my fame, and Dumbledore favoured me. I know all this but there is nothing I can do about it. That's just my life.
What was there to stop me from going to Him and joining? Nothing really, they all simply brushed it off as the fact that I could never do anything like that. And in a way they're right. I could never join him. To have a tattoo burned into me. I like tattoos but the pain is supposed to go away after a time. I will not be anyone's lackey. I have been a pawn for far to long already. Maybe I want some space to myself. I would love to go and talk to Voldermort. Every time I hear someone say You-know-who I get mad. It's just as bad as The-boy-who-lived. He just wants to get away from his name... like me.
They say we're alike in looks and wands but that we don't have the same drive or the same ambitions, that I could never be evil. They don't know anything about me. I am dark in thought but light in actions. My mind is constantly fighting not to hit my friends and walk away. They think they know me, who I am, what I stand for... but the thing is I don't know myself. I've been told what I think for my whole schooling life. It was so much simpler at the Dursley's. They hit me but I knew what I stood for. I was against them because they hurt me... but then they were family and I had to love them even if I didn't like them. Deep down they love me too; they're just blinded by hate like I have been... Maybe I should start from the beginning.
I went to school and all I hear is that Voldermort is bad, evil and that he killed my parents. But how do they know it? I kept hearing my parents' final moments, or so I thought. I look at the emotions I felt. They were afraid of him, and he of them. That show not be what is felt when casting the killing curse. It should be hate. So that got me thinking maybe Voldermort didn't cast the curse.
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Okay I know it was short but I just want to test the water a bit. I've got more if people actually think I could go somewhere with it. I'm a little stuck for ideas. The story will go up even if people complain that it's terrible. I write for me, but I need help some times.
So let me know what you think.
Dunsley Ko