Written for 'Would You Rather…' Challenge! [Always Open!]. Different style than I usually do, but I wanted to try it. Tell me what you think!
When Harry was younger, he never quite knew how to celebrate his birthday or holidays. He had seen how the Dursley's had done it, though he was never included in it, but that, from the time he could remember, seemed wrong. It seemed like it was a mess of something that was supposed to be good, something that wasn't supposed to be ruined by bratty children and smothering parents.
As Harry got older, he realized he was right. That celebration was supposed to be something happy and unplanned and great. But Harry never had much chance to celebrate in his life, and so he never really knew if he was doing it right.
The thoughts plagued him throughout his life. He would often lose himself in happiness, in wonder, but sooner or later the thoughts of 'Is this correct? Is this how I'm supposed to do it?'
(Harry never knew how to learn things that had been forced into his head since he was a baby, and sometimes it surprised just how much was forced inside his head.)
Sometimes he thought about telling someone what was wrong. He always decided against it though.
No reason he had to ruin a celebration because he was different, yet again in a way he never wanted to be.