This' my first HP fanfic. If it's not good, I'm sorry. No flames, they'll be used to toast marshmallows as someone else said here. PLEASE r/r, I will love you forever.
Disclaimer: unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter or it's characters. If I did, well, be glad I don't.
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Imagine this:
You go out into the wizard world. No matter where you go everybody recognizes you without actually knowing you because of a small lightning bolt shaped scar on your head.
Great, right?
Enough to make any kid's head swell bigger than a hot air balloon.
But, maybe on the other hand, enough to make someone sick, to not want this fame at all. If this scar was something you can't remember except around Dementors, how great is it. If, for this scar and fame, your parents had to die and your godfather was locked up in Azkaban, to escape for vengeance and become a escaped 'murderer.' For this fame, this scar, 13 muggles died and you grew up living under a staircase knowing nothing about you or your parents.
Is it worth it?
On one hand, it's great.
On the other, it's horrible.
To me it's the latter.
You think that Harry Potter's a spoiled brat with nothing to complain about, and he's just whining 'cause he wants everybody to feel sorry for him, think again.
He's got the breaks and he's lucky.
I don't complain for the last reason.
I'm lucky.
Very lucky.
Lucky to be alive, to have great friends and a godfather who's pretty much a father to me. Lucky that so many people give a damn about me.
But, if I had the chance to give it up and be normal, I might. But I might not.
Had my parents not been found that Halloween night, Voldemort might never have left and many more would have died.
But now isn't the time to sit idly and think about the past. Many have died for me. Including a fellow student that died only months ago. A person named Cedric Diggory. He'll never grow up, get married, live his life and have kids.
Like it or not, I'm Harry Potter.
Recognized for something I don't remember or want, but it's not my choice.
I don't complain because of the sacrifices people have made. I am lucky.
Cedric died because of me.
Professor Dumbledore said to remember Cedric Diggory.
I will. I won't complain about my life, even my unwanted fame.
Cedric died because of me, and it was my fault.
I have no room to complain, none at all, although if I could, I'd probably give my fame to anyone who wants it, willingly.
No complaining, be strong, people are less fortunate than me, very less fortunate. Remember Cedric, what he did.
I will chose the right path, taking everything with me… including fame, though I don't want it.
After all, the right path isn't the easy one.
Welcome to Harry Potter's life.
The Boy Who Lived.