Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Just this little one-shot.
Inspired by this sentence I randomly thought up:
"Because the things that go on in his mind can't be helped, and as much as he would like for them to, they could never help him."
Each drabble is in a different points of view. You get to guess who's is which.
Enjoy.
- one -
He likes to believe he see people for who they really are.
He likes to pretend that all is good in the world, but deep down he knows it isn't. He wishes and dreams and prays that someday everything will be okay and that there won't be anymore hurthatehelplessness. He hopes, but he doesn't think that it will ever come true.
Because wishes don't really come true, even if you wish hard enough, and he should know this better than anybody.
He wishes and hopes, because it's the only thing he can do any more.
He knows he believes lies.
- two
She pretends to be anything she's not.
She pretends so that she doesn't have to face the world. She indulges herself in useless information and buries herself under irrelevant facts that make her spine hurt like a cruel twist of fate.
She pretends to know it all so that people would look for her insecurities. So that they won't look for her flaws.
She doesn't look in the mirror, either, because that would be admitting that there were flaws to be seen.
And because if she can't see the imperfections, no one can, and she must surely not have any.
- three
He never asked for life to be this way. He feels so isolated, even thought there are millions of people waiting at his beck and call. Sometimes he wishes he had completely disregarded this life and never met any of these people.
He knows he's being foolish and acting like a spoiled child, but he doesn't care.
He never got a chance to be a spoiled child, not because his family didn't have the means, simply because He didn't allow weakness and whatever He says goes.
But he only believes Him because he knows what weakness can do.
It kills.
- four
He tells himself it's okay, even when it's really not. He does it so he can be strong for everyone else and so that he can defend his friends.
Or atleast he tells himself that. He forgot if he's telling himself truths or lies anymore, because they've all blurred together like ink does when the tears fall.
But they only fall when he's all alone, because then he can't be strong. Then he can't tell himself it's all okay, because it isn't.
And that's all he really wants, all he really needs. Because if everything was okay, he wouldn't worry.
- five
He hardly ever relaxes. He never has the time. Between school and adults and breathing, there isn't any time. He tries to not be afraid, but it hurts him to continue like that.
But here… In this room, he can relax and pretend like the world respects him. Because even though he's not a mud-blood or a half-blood, he still gets treated like dirt, like a miniscule bug.
But he's not, and he wonders when the rest of the world is going to catch up with him, with his knowledge.
And because nobody expects the quiet ones…It won't be hard.
- fin
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And before you ask, no, I'm not going to tell you the POV's.
I just have a sadistic sense of humor.