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A/N: I wrote this while crying because I'm scared for the future and of losing my best friends because I don't have many. I'm afraid to grow up and I wish I could live in dreams, because they may be uncontrollable, but at least they're not real. My life is taking turns and I'm having a hard time. Sorry for the sob story, I needed to vent. Not like anyone will read it anyway. And I apologize if this is OOC. It's what Harry's thinking.
Scared
I don't want to grow up. It's all too much; I can't handle it. My parents were killed before I could speak. Isn't that enough? No, I have to slay the dark wizard who's threatening the world.
It would be so much easier if I had someone; don't get me wrong, Ron and Hermione are the best friends anyone could ask for, but I can't put them in danger. If anything happened to them, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I have to do something no one else can help me with. I am alone.
And what of the future? What if I do slay the dark-you know what, I'm just gonna say it-Voldemort, what then? If someone would marry "The Boy Who Lived," not that anyone would want me, I could never be a father; I never had anyone to show me how.
Everywhere I go people say "There's Harry Potter! Hey Harry Potter! Look at the scar!" No one knows me as a person. It wasn't my choice to be a celebrity.
I'm to live a life of danger, always alone because I can't bear to endanger anyone else's life. And I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Not even Malfoy.