Title: Some Wishes Don't Come True

Author: quixotic-hope

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters and/or locations belong to JK Rowling. The order of the words on this page, however, belong to me.

Summary: Harry's feelings after the events of the Goblet of Fire in poem form.

Note: When I wrote this, I was 12, and OotP and HBP hadn't come out yet, so this is...basically...wrong now. Harry's grown a lot since the events of GoF, but this poem does not reflect those changes. I'm posting this under this name because I wanted to get rid of my old account.

If the fate of the world
Lay in your hands,
Who would you trust
To understand?

And if the weight of the Earth
Bore down on your shoulders,
Who would you turn to
To remove that bolder?

My name is Harry Potter,
And these questions I ask.
For I'm close to a breakdown,
But I must finish this task.

Because when my parents were murdered,
And I was the only one to survive,
The task was awarded to me
To keep everybody alive.

Nobody asked me if I wanted this.
No one else even bothered to try.
But what if I don't want to fight Voldemort?
What if I don't want to die!

Hermione complains if her grades aren't perfect;
Ron complains that his family is poor;
But comparing my life, my problems to theirs,
Makes all of their problems seem like a bore.

I'm not saying they're perfect;
I know that they're not.
But how I wish I was them,
Wish I could get out of this spot.

Everyone calls me "the boy who lived,"
But do you call this living? I don't.
Want me to deny that I envy my friends?
Well forget about that, cuz I won't.

They act like I defeated Voldemort,
Like I did something great;
But my mother saved me,
Sealing me to this fate.

Don't get me wrong;
I appreciate being alive;
But sometimes I wish
That she had just let me die.

I once heard a song.
The lyrics went something like this:
"I just wanna live while I'm alive."
I guess I didn't get that wish.

Then I journeyed to Hogwarts,
And I made some real friends.
I wish I had known then
That I would be the cause of their untimely end.

Dumbledore says that I didn't do this;
Voldemort's resurrection wasn't my fault.
But in time I'll have to learn that on my own;
Self forgiveness can't be taught.

I killed four different people
When I brought Voldemort back.
So many new names to add,
It's too hard to keep track.

I find it ironic
That while growing up
I was treated like a no one
And how I thought that it sucked.

And now, when I'm finally
Treated like someone,
I wish I could go back
To being a no one.

Because nobody cares
If a no one's alive.
And nobody wants
A no one to die.

I wish I was a no one
That way Voldemort wouldn't want me dead,
And I could live a normal life.
But no, I have to be Harry Potter instead.

Sometimes I wish I had never come to Hogwarts,
But that feeling doesn't last for long.
For even in my darkest hours,
I still remember that song...

It's become my new motto:
Live while you're alive.
So I guess, in a way,
I'm glad I survived.

You have to do what you can
With the hand you've been dealt.
I just hope none of my friends
Feel as bad as I've felt.

I still believe
That all this is my fault.
I still think how much better my life would've been
If Pettigrew had been caught.

And I still wonder what my life would be like
If I had the lives of any of you.
But I no longer waste all my time
Wishing for things that I know won't come true.

Note: Please review and tell me what you think! I know it's a far cry from my normal, Harry/Sev stories, and everyone waiting for the next chapter of OSP is pissed, but I hope people like this anyway.