The boy-who-lived was mad.
It went on every newspaper, every conversation: The boy-who-lived-to-be-mad. Moreover, not just the angry kind either, the I killed the Dursley's and they found me laughing at the scene kind. Nevertheless, he was protected from the police, for he was the boy-who-lived.
The boy-who-lived was pathetic.
Whimpering in the night, screaming his nightmares, never telling them that it was Voldemort. Despite how many times the headmaster visited, pleaded for him to say something. Something useful, something to use in this wretched war.
The boy-who-lived was useful.
But not in the way Dumbledore wished, rather in the way that the dark would use him –as they dragged him out of Saint mundus and into the Malfoy manor, the dark lord cackling at the irony of it all as the boy-who-lived watched wide-eyed, an uncertain smile upon his lips.
The last potter was doomed.
He watched bright-eyed as the killer of his godfather entered, insane already before the dark lord –killer of his parents- tortured her as a gift for him, giggling and blushing as if he was a pupil given a dress for prom.
He was just Harry now.
He was never meant to be a hero, nor a villain. Though perhaps he had always been meant to be precious, either as a son or as the dark lord's prize and pet. It hardly mattered though, what mattered was that he felt safe –he had no choice but to.
The dark lord was master.
The resistance was weak as the dark lord already had the ministry in his firm grip, forgetting to give all his attention upon his prized pet –a mistake.
Harry had never been meant for sanity, and he didn't claim to own some as he stabbed the dark lord down –calling on the souls like him, forcing them to respond and come to him.
They stayed in his head, murmuring how precious he was even as he stabbed the already dead corpse –just as normal as any other, though the noseless look did give it a creepy quality.
Dumbledore found Harry at the scene, the death eaters scattered as their lord was vanquished, Harry humming softly and smiling proudly at Dumbledore, whom offered a sad smile at the deranged boy.
