Puppet

by werechick

(HET: Harry/Pansy) You're still like a little boy, searching for some sort of acceptance, some sort of inborn grace. You're awkward and clumsy, naive and without a clue to the real workings of the world. You see things in black and white, evil and goo

You're so innocent, so perfect and pure. You're everything everyone wants their son to be, respectful, hardworking, a good student, an amazing Quidditch player... and a hero. It's too bad your parents didn't get to see you grow up. But then, you never did grow up.

You're still like a little boy, searching for some sort of acceptance, some sort of inborn grace. You're awkward and clumsy, naive and without a clue to the real workings of the world. You see things in black and white, evil and good. Things don't work that way, Potter.

I can't let you think you're everyone's best friend. You're not, and never will be, wonder boy. Grow up. Join the real world. Love me, and let me drag you down to Earth, down to me. Let me consume you. Let me rule you. And then, Harry Potter, you will discover you are what you've always been, a puppet.