Authors Note: Hello! It's me Nagini Potter! This was originally written to be the prologue for Wounds That Run Too Deep, but I decided to post it separately. So I hope you will all go and read that story when you finish this!
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish it to be, I own absolutely nothing related to Harry Potter. I'm simply borrowing J.K.'s characters for a bit.
If someone told you Harry Potter was a normal boy, someone lied. If someone told you Harry Potter had a perfectly happy life, someone lied. If someone told you Harry Potter was the perfect teenager, someone lied. If someone dared to pretend Harry Potter had no inner problems, someone was gravely mistaken. If someone told you Harry Potter was exactly like the image of him created by the media, someone didn't know what he was talking about. If someone told you Harry Potter was fearless, someone lied. If someone told you Harry Potter loved life, someone was severely mistaken. In reality, Harry Potter was none of these things. In reality, Harry Potter didn't think he was important. In reality, he didn't believe he deserved the attention he received. He didn't want any of it. Harry Potter was merely a depressed teenager the world dumped their problems on, not wanting to deal with anything themselves. Harry Potter knew this, yet he did nothing to fight his fate. He knew there was some way he could have avoided the terrible outcome of his battle with Voldemort, yet he did nothing. Harry Potter believed he deserved the pain life gave him. He truly believed he deserved to be beaten, neglected, and unloved. He believed he deserved to have everyone he loved torn away from him one by one. Because somehow, the universe was punishing his existence and he was ok with that. In Harry Potter's mind, he was the perversion of nature, he was somehow the very evil he spent his life fighting.
Everyone who knew Harry Potter knew that none of those terrible thoughts were anywhere near the truth about Harry Potter. Perhaps if they had known the thoughts that ran through his mind, Harry Potter might have truly lived up to the vision of himself that had been created by the wizarding world. Perhaps if someone had paid closer attention to Harry Potter's behavior, someone might have noticed his constant pain. Perhaps. Perhaps is the word that comes to mind. Perhaps! Maybe! If only! Why! No matter how many times one speaks these words, no matter how many times one thinks these words, mere words cannot change the past. No matter what, the past will remain exactly that, the past. The unchanging, uncomforting, painful past will always remain behind as a silent reminder to every person of the wizarding world.
Authors Note: So, what do you think? Reviews are always appreciated! And don't forget to check out Wounds That Run Too Deep!