After Thoughts:
They call me the Boy-Who-Lived,
But why can't they see,
I just want to be normal,
Of course that can't be.
I tried to leave their world,
But they dragged me back,
Time and again,
Before I could even unpack.
A prophecy states,
I must kill or die,
I don't wish to make that decision,
Must you ask why?
One boy was killed,
In my fourth year,
The Dark Lord came back,
And was once again feared.
My godfather died,
The year next,
He fell through the veil,
My last family left.
My family hates me,
I'm a freak to them,
Though I really can't say,
That I blame them.
Friends and enemies died,
But the battle was won,
We will always miss them,
And my job is now done.
I married Ginny,
And had three kids,
But still I'm not happy,
I'm still the Boy-Who-Lived.
I'm never left alone,
I'm hounded by the press,
I'm hailed as their savior,
They say their in my debt.
But all I want,
Is a normal life,
It seems that it is to much to ask for,
To just live my life.