AN: This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so please be gentle with me!
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All I ever wanted
From you
Was your consideration
Respect
Love
In return I would give you
The world
The sun, moon, stars
If you only asked for it
You turned away from me
Locked me in a role
I never wanted to play
Let me out!
Give me some space!
All I want to do is
Breathe
Harry dropped his quill with a sigh.
Here he was, hiding in the library at midnight, supposedly trying to finish his Charms homework that would be due in 9 hours. Instead, his mind had drifted off one paragraph into his essay. One thought led to another, and…
He looked down at the poem he had scribbled of his thoughts.
The Final Battle was over, had been over for months. Instead of settling down to enjoy a normal school life, he had been shunted to ceremonies, speeches, formal dinners…always expected to put on a smiling face, to reassure the world everything would be alright now.
'Boy-who-saved-the world', he thought. 'Right, I can't even save myself from this mess I'm in'
"Harry Potter, you're a coward. You just can't say no to people, can you? Minister says 'come', and you scurry over like an obedient dog. Ron asks if you and Ginny are back together and you can't even bear to tell him that you're not even interested in girls that way".
Harry looked down at his uncompleted Charms essay and sighed.
"I don't know why I bothered coming back when I can't even complete my homework on time. I know, I came back because McGonagall asked me to and I just couldn't say no. "It's good for morale, Harry" she says". He started shoving his writing materials and parchment away. Then his eyes lay on the short poem resting quietly on the table. He reached out and grabbed it.
"For once, just for once, I want to be able to live my life the way I want it to be. I don't want to be the Ministry's poster boy; I don't want to be a role model. Just Harry. Just a little room to breathe".
"Oh, it's no use. What am I thinking". He crushed the parchment into a ball and tossed it into the rubbish bin nearby. Grabbing his bag, he sneaked out of the dark library and back to his dorm, never once noticing the shadow in the darkness.
Once Harry was gone, the shadow detached itself from one of the library shelves, reached out to the rubbish bin and grabbed the crushed parchment. Eyes as black as the darkness scanned the scribbled words, and a smirk slowly formed.
If this is what you wish, Harry, I will provide…
A swish of cloak, and the figure was gone.
AN: Yes, it's done! I think I'm leaving this as a one-shot, looks good enough to me like that. Lovely air of mystery around it, don't you think? What do you guys think of my poem? Don't forget to review!
Love, anastasia87
