A mistake I made

16 years ago, almost to this day,
At the breaking of the dawn,
The angels looked down from heaven and smiled,
For Harry Potter was born.

An innocent soul. Who would have imagined,
The role he had to fulfill?
That he must succumb and bow down to death,
Should he refuse to slaughter and kill.

How could he have known, as he lay in his crib,
Sweetly ignorant, fast asleep,
That the fates above, the powers that be,
Had chosen his soul to keep?

10 years passed by, the little boy grew,
without a friend in the world.
But all he knew collapsed swiftly before him,
As his reality slowly unfurled.

"It can't be me." He said that day,
He didn't think he had the worth,
To fulfill a destiny he could not escape -
to be the saviour of man and earth.

Still, I refused to tell him everything,
But my hesitance availed to no use.
I was naive; I just wanted his happiness,
And I was glad to make any excuse.

But I ran out of time, as I knew I would,
And harmed him in so many ways.
I can now only pray that he may forgive me,
With the passing of the days.

An ordinary boy. An extraordinary heart,
But so much to sacrifice and give.
Is it fair on him to carry this burden,
Because he managed to live?

Sticks and stones had broken his bones,
Bu words had shattered his heart.
Because only now he truly understood what it meant
To be a man apart.