Father,
Here I am, and you will never own me again. All my life, I was taught to do as you wanted me to, and look what good it's done me.
Let me give you a clue. You will never find me again. I am what you have wished me to be for so long. Yes, I'm dead, as far away from you as I can possibly be now.
Remember what you told me, back in Knockturn Alley, all those years ago?
"Touch Nothing,"
Touch Nothing, Feel Nothing, Love Nothing
You wanted me to be just like you, but you've failed miserably. I have touched, and I've felt-But, thanks to you, I have never loved. And thanks to you, I will never have the chance.
My only regret is that now Mother has no one, and I feel like a coward for running away. But At least I'm a free coward.
I'm free of whatever you wished for me, whatever plans you had for me. I am no longer the son you sold to a Master he has never known.
You've lost me, you know. But then again, I was lost to you since the moment I was born. I was lost to you, though I sought for all those years only to be found.
Enough.
I, the second best at everything, as far as you're concerned, am far better than you are. And I'm laughing because you can no longer stop me from saying it. Even as second best, I'm better than you-A second-rate father, second-rate husband, and second-rate human being.
You've berated my, chained me, degraded me, and in the end, killed me. But I've found the catch. You're jealous-because I can never be that Boy-Who-Lived. I can never be a hero.
Remember this. Heroes are remembered, but legends never die.
Here I am, and you will never own me again. All my life, I was taught to do as you wanted me to, and look what good it's done me.
Let me give you a clue. You will never find me again. I am what you have wished me to be for so long. Yes, I'm dead, as far away from you as I can possibly be now.
Remember what you told me, back in Knockturn Alley, all those years ago?
"Touch Nothing,"
Touch Nothing, Feel Nothing, Love Nothing
You wanted me to be just like you, but you've failed miserably. I have touched, and I've felt-But, thanks to you, I have never loved. And thanks to you, I will never have the chance.
My only regret is that now Mother has no one, and I feel like a coward for running away. But At least I'm a free coward.
I'm free of whatever you wished for me, whatever plans you had for me. I am no longer the son you sold to a Master he has never known.
You've lost me, you know. But then again, I was lost to you since the moment I was born. I was lost to you, though I sought for all those years only to be found.
Enough.
I, the second best at everything, as far as you're concerned, am far better than you are. And I'm laughing because you can no longer stop me from saying it. Even as second best, I'm better than you-A second-rate father, second-rate husband, and second-rate human being.
You've berated my, chained me, degraded me, and in the end, killed me. But I've found the catch. You're jealous-because I can never be that Boy-Who-Lived. I can never be a hero.
Remember this. Heroes are remembered, but legends never die.
