Harry's Pov
Karma
Have you ever had that feeling? You know, the kind of sinking emotion that makes it seem as though your heart is shattering into millions of glass-like shards, which pierce your lungs so you cant quite catch your breath as tears fill your eyes, threaten to spill over.
But, though your body is imploding upon itself, you have to face the world and not let on that anything is wrong –well anything other than the norm.
Despair. I think that's what they call it. Somewhat fitting.
I get "that" feeling everyday and twice on Sundays, anymore, because I, Harry James Potter have a secret.
Well, other than the prophecy, or some of the more horrible actions of Dudley and Uncle Vernon, or the mischief that Hermonie, Ron and I have gotten into over the course of the last seven years, or….well besides all these, this secret could very well become deadly –not just to my friendships, but to the actual friends themselves –literally.
Sure, if I weren't who I was, it wouldn't quite as serious but, my curse has always seemed to be "to do without".
Why should I ever hope that things would change?
That the curse of my life would be lifted.
I mean, I want our side to win the war, I want to kick Voldemort's head in and destroy him as he had succeeded in destroying my life from the get go, but I am also not as naïve as many would like to think. I don't believe that I will make it through this battle alive.
Why the hell should I want things to be different then?
I should just stick to my training and focus on my part in this whole escapade. Maybe in my next life things could be different. Maybe I could actually meet up again with those who are closest to me, who I love and care for, and we can pick up where we started –or ended.
Maybe next time my karma wouldn't be such a bitch.
Oh yeah, my secret?
I'm in love.
In love with a bloke, even.
And here's the kicker –not just any bloke but, my best mate Ron.
Did I mention karma's a bitch?