Darkness. Darkness was all I knew. Darkness was all I was. Darkness is all I am.
What is my name, you ask? Call me "Freak." Everyone does. My teachers. My family. My classmates. Myself.
I am a freak. I rode to what I thought was my salvation, a place named Hogwarts, on my train of thought into a world where I was to be revered. But the panes of the Mirror of Erised turned into jagged pieces, flying through me, cutting me again and again until I joined them. Tearing at my skin until there wasn't any. Tearing at my sanity until it left.
Let me start at the beginning, or rather, a beginning.
I was born Harry Potter to James and Lily Potter, but my inevitably happy future was cut short by a literal rat named Peter Pettigrew. He was my father's best friend. Then he wasn't, and my parents were dead, and my godfather sent to jail.
The next unfortunate event to grace my life with its immaculate presence goes by the respectable name of the Dursley Family. They needed all of their work done, and I needed food. So they came to an accordance. I couldn't because I was a baby. If I did all of the chores, I might get scraps for dinner, and maybe even won't get punched. Joy.
So that arrangement worked out for a year, and I was saved by the "Oh-so-perfect-too-big-for-his-britches-too-many-names-and-titles-"Albus Dumbledore in the form of a letter to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was a magic school. Joy. I will spare you my sob story about those years at Hogwarts, since apparently, a Dumbledore flunky wrote my adventures into a series which achieved moderate mainstream success. My life came out resembling another series, I believe it is called… A Series of Unfortunate Events. Yes. Lemony Snicket managed to capture my life in its purest form with the title alone.
Basically, I faced off with a dark lord named Voldermort in 1st, 2nd, 4th, and 5th years. I watched my father's remaining best friends tear each other apart, each convinced that the other was the traitor of my father as Pettigrew watched while in his animal form of a rat in 3rd year. Then my breaking point came in 6th year while I watched my two closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger die at the hands of my age-old enemy, Draco Malfoy.
The doctor has me on a new plan now. I will be healed, he said. I don't want to be healed. I wanna be sedated. I wanna live under the false paradise of drugs as everyone dies around me. I don't wanna hurt. Pain hurts. I… I wonder what the other side is like. Is it like this land of wonder? Will I still suffer of an insatiable appetite for the illusion of happiness, or is it actually happy? Should I join everyone I love there? I… I honestly don't know. Maybe. For now, I'll take these pills.
A/N: Yeah… That happened. IDK. I wrote this cause I feel like this is what would happen with me if I went through what Harry went through. I might make this a series. I'll decide later. Meh.