The Last Judgment
I watch him.
I know that may make me sound like one of his obsessed fan girls, but I allow myself this only in the safety of my own mind. Alas, what is one secret fantasy amongst all my sacrifices?
As I was saying… I've always watched him.
I see his heroic deeds, I've watched his growth, I have practically lived his life from the sidelines. Every new accomplishment, every new adventure he takes part in, I nearly hear the crowd loving him more. Attention seeking, I'd say.
Except I wouldn't.
Not anymore.
Why are the honoring him for this, I wonder? What are they admiring him for? They don't even understand… yet they think they know everything.
Their continuous awe all starts when they hear he has defeated the most powerful wizard of the age, as only an infant! They then hear rumors of slayed basilisks, escaped prisoners, murder victims, rampaging through the Ministry… But they do not know the horror; the fear of watching your every step.
People are dependent. Following a madman who wants to murder and destroy, counting on heroes to come along rather doing it themselves, believing everything they hear, following the crowd instead of following their own instincts. They are awed, they are scared, they continue to throw a roller coaster of feelings at their one 'hero'.
And then there is the one thing they don't see: his failures.
Or rather, they only see what they choose to see. And now, if you may understand, this is where I can relate. This is where my watching, my years of spying, and my deplorable judgments come into play. And I will admit that in this I am just as bad as them.
This boy, with his horrid temperament and impulsiveness, is idolized. He made a mistake; he jumps in too soon, he doesn't seek help, his curiosity gets him into trouble, and as he believes: he is a murderer.
But he will rise above, and they will honor him once more.
And as I stand here with the rain rushing down my face, I admit to my mistake.
I drop down next to the solid headstone and sob for the first time since my fateful promise to watch him always.
"I'm sorry I've failed you!", the lone man cried.
Yet no one answered.
All was silent.