Not a Saint

by Romancing Heartbreak

Everyone thought he was as white and pure as fleece. Everyone thought he was innocent. Everyone thought, in the end, that they could keep him from the war. "It's impossible." he thought.

"Not a Saint"
A short drabble by Romancing Heartbreak

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Everyone thought he was as white and pure as fleece. Everyone thought he was innocent little Harry. Everyone thought, in the end, that they could keep him from the war. He thought they should give up. It's impossible. He thought.

He was black. His name was coated in sin. He had killed. It didn't matter if it was Death Eaters – they were still human. They still have families, no matter how insane they are, or their family is. They were people. There's one thing they need to learn. Harry thought.

I am not a saint.