A/n: This is what I imagine is going on in Harry's head through the fifth book. He wants to say this to those who disbelieve him. But he can't bring himself to do so in fear of further rejection. Please review because this is my first fic and I really need some guidance.
Disclaimer: harry potter belongs to JK Rowling, not me.
You say that you understand. But do you really? You say that you have been through this too. But have you really? You say that you feel the same way. But your actions speak louder than your words.
Why is it then that you do not listen? Is it because you do not want to hear? Hiding from your fears? Yet you call me immature. Stand up for me, stand up for yourself. Do you want to be a coward? Shunning the fear deep inside you, yourself. Why are you so afraid? Is it because you do not know what to do? Well neither do I.
Do you really think that I am being rebellious? Yes, I suppose. That is what they all think. The fault lies with me, I understand. Yet, do you not find, that you are in fault too? No. Blinded. Blinded by yourself, your egoism. Is it so difficult to admit that for once, you are wrong? Hypocritical, you are.
Who is going too teach us? No one. Not a single one of you can stand up and teach. Tell us that the rest of them are wrong. Nope. All you do is brainwash us into thinking they are right. Yes, you are good at it.
Where can we be safe? No where, for you are all around. Even when you are not, they are. The death eaters. Living, breathing, sleeping, disguised among us.
What is there to fear? Oh yes, I remember, yourself. You, your egoism, your pride. Cover it with ash. Make sure no one digs it up. If they do, your plain white sheet of pride would be stained. Yet, it already is. By the ash and the soil.
How are we to learn? We cannot for no one is capable of teaching us. Either that, or they cannot.
When are you going to wake up? See the light, for it is shining in your eyes already, it is glaring at you. You, however, choose to deny it. I have only one question, why?
Do you not love our world? The people who are magical like you? Do you not want to protect yourself and those you love? Only you can answer that yourself. But please, I am begging you. Protect us from the darkness, more importantly, protect yourself. Do not let your pride be the obstacle of the defeat of Lord Voldemort. Wake up now, for he has already won half the war.
