I am sorry

I am sorry, little girl. I was your dream. I was The Boy Who Lived. I was your hero. But I am not. I just Harry. Only Harry. Not Potter, not The Boy Who Lived, not the golden boy. I am Harry. Just Harry.

So, please, leave me. I need to be me and with you, I can't. I need calm. I need to be alone. I need to remember who I am and what I want to be

The stars in your eyes prevent me from doing that. They oblige me to rest and to do what you want. But it isn't what I wish. I wish to be free but you follow me.

I'm sorry, little girl, but it's necessary that you let me go because here, in your arms, under your eyes, I die step by step.

So let me go. Let me live, little girl.