Harry ran blindly. He had no destination, no purpose in mind, he only ran to escape. There was so little he could run from. His purpose, his destiny, all things that remained with him no matter how fast he ran. There were so many things they wanted from him. He must be the hero. He must have no feelings of his own. He must not feel the pain of loss.
I'm living in a world that won't stop pullin' on me
I'm not complaining, but it's true
He finally ran out the double doors and into the rain that was pouring down in sheets of cleansing water. He couldn't take it. They asked so much of him with this burden. Was he nothing beyond a means to an end? A weapon in their arsenal against the dark? He understood the need for a hero on one level, but why must he do it alone? They told him it was his duty, and he believed them.
It's like I owe my time to everyone else
'Cause that's all I seem to do.
His friends did not even seem to care anymore. They were so enamored with the status that their relationship to him gave them, that they no longer even saw him as a person. He was a symbol in which the world relied on. He used to be able to talk to them. They used to care.
You might not notice, but I need a good friend
Someone to talk to when I'm down, down, down.
There was no joy anymore. It was always training or preparing in one way or another; this was no life. He was a puppet held up by the strings of expectation. They wanted him to be a hero. They wanted him to be the savior, the one who would solve all their problems. And yet, even saviors needed someone to lean on every once in a while, but no one wanted to stand with him.
There's so much on my mind, that I want to get out
But there's no one around.
Looking out the window at the rain, Draco sighed when he caught sight of Harry. He too was trapped by expectations. Trapped by what had been decided was his fate. He felt with Harry, but he couldn't reach out to him. Couldn't touch him. He watched sadly as the Chosen One, the Savior of the Wizarding World, fell to his knees and lifted his head in a soundless scream to the sky. Why did the world have to end up this way? Why couldn't they be free?
Sometimes I can't help thinking, what about me?
Some days go by that I don't even see.
The days had passed so quickly from when they were children. They used to be happy, comfortable in the protection of their elders. But now they were the ones who held the responsibility. They were each doing as they were commanded by fate. Draco would be the betrayer, and Harry the champion of the light. Things would continue in this manner until one of them broke, but they would never hold the childlike happiness again. They had gone through too much to go back now.
I'm doing everything right and I can't break free
Is this the way it's always gonna be?
Harry screamed his sorrow and anger to the sky. Demanding to know why as the rain mixed with his tears.
Watching Harry's bent form, a small tear made its way down Draco's face. He undersood.
What about me?
