He's never really realized until now.
"It might be that he's never really looked, really looked properly at her. That was a little tragic, in her opinion. But as he glanced over the hordes, and hordes of people, waiting for him, The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Master of Death, waiting for the perfect words, he finally realizes. After years, and years, he's never really realized until now. Harry, just Harry, not The Boy Who Lived, or the Chosen One, or any of those stupid titles, looked carefully at each person in the crowd, his audience. He's finally realized that he never was, and never was allowed to be just Harry. Who was Harry Potter? The boy with the sparkling emerald green eyes and messy black hair took a deep breath.
What if he didn't want to be?
A/N: Thanks to Taylor and Raven Smart for the update on the formatting. No idea what went wrong there.