I sit still staring out the window of the train. Just staring. No one pays me any mind. I guess there are good things about being so young. No one notices a small child. As I sit people passing by slowly start to take notice of me I have no idea why they bother it's not like I am anything of worth. I have never been when I was really young I used to imagine that I had some great destiny awaiting me. That one day I would break from my world of misery and become something great. All the books I had read pointed to this, a small worthless boy being found and embraced by a greater destiny. I have since learned that that is stuff of fiction there are no happy endings in real life. Someone grabs my shoulders and twists me to face them, I do not flinch as I would have yesterday I just stare at them not speaking not hearing just staring. It no longer matters to me who they are for after a life like mine the only thing that matters is if they are going to hurt me and after what happened earlier I doubt anything will ever truly hurt me again. Finally realizing why they could not get my attention the person screams, I would wince but I can't. The persons scream brought other running when they see me their screams join the person's. This is the last I know before I, Harry Potter, depart leaving everyone