This Marble Earth
by Ashley (Hype)
Harry Potter sat on his small bed in his own small room. He was at the Dursleys, whom he hated nearly as much as Draco Malfoy. There was really no way he could completely hate them. They were his family; his only family, at that (set aside Sirius). Malfoy, on the other hand, he could hate very easily. After all, it was Malfoy who was against everything Harry held dear.
Harry looked around the small room that was heavily littered with Dudley Dursley`s old (and often broken) toys, games, and devices of all sorts. A small red bag made of a velvet material caught his eye. His curiosity got the best of him and he walked over to it, picking it up. He peered inside, but it was too dark to see its contents. Dumping the inner materials onto his bed, he broke into a slight smile. They were marbles.
One marble seemed to be separated from the rest. It was a smaller marble of blue and green swirls. It quickly reminded him of Earth. Earth- how it had changed in the last few years for him...
He had found his place in the wizarding world. Rather, he had not found it. He had been placed in it. He was forced into the spotlight since that one fateful day when a not-so-welcomed visitor arrived. However, it was just a few years ago that he was faced with the tremendous weight of a burden`s claim to be great. Greater than anyone could imagine....
And he was. He had to be, for the sake of the Earth. They made him utterly famous for it. But it was all fame that he didn`t care for. In fact, it was troubling. He could never have privacy. Took many people only looked at him for his fame. Harry wish many times over and over since his fame to take it all back and roam the marble earth as a person; not some destined hero.
Harry rolled the marble in his hand, watching its surface shine from the sunlight that was pouring through his window. It brought him to another point. Another point he was sure no one realized....
It was all about them- the people. He was a well- known face they hid behind. They didn`t really need him. He was just the extra push they needed. After all, it had been his mother that had repelled the Avada Kedavra curse, not him. He had just been a baby. He was just the surface of the people. Without them, he wouldn`t be famous. He would just be another wizard, alone in his small marble earth, left to wander its smoothe glassy surface freely...
DISCLAIMER: I own the... Well, I own it. It`s not exactly a plot, but rather an idea. Anyways, I own it. All characters and names mentioned belong to J. K. Rowling , her publishers, and her sponsors. Yada yada yada.
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