Author's Note: First one shot. Please tell me what you think about it. Slightly angst-y
Author: Completely Sane.
Summary: One shot. AU-ish. The Wizarding World expected a martyr. They wouldn't get one.
Rating: T
Warnings: Language. Uh, a bit morbid?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any shape or form. I am not making any money out of this fanfiction.
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Martyr
~ Sufferer, sacrifice. ~
"Good bye, Britain."
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Harry had once asked his godfather why the world expected him to save them all.
"The Chosen One-"
"Please, Harry-"
"He's the Chosen-"
"Prophecy-"
Sirius had smiled sadly, but didn't seem to have the answer.
"He'll save us-"
"Boy Who Lived-"
"-save us all again-"
So Harry had pondered over it by himself, casting his mind back into the times where whispers would follow in his wake, and suspicious stares followed his every move.
"He's becoming Dark-"
"Chamber Of Secrets-"
"Parseltongue-"
"Heir of Slytherin-"
He was the Hero of a world full of magic, a fickle world that couldn't decide between hating him, loving him, and demanding he give his life for them all.
"He's lying-"
"Probably killed Diggory himself-"
"-attention seeking-"
"I must not lie-"
He was their whipping boy.
"Child of Prophecy-"
"Savior of the Wizarding world-"
"He'll defeat You Know Who-"
He was their Savior.
"Freak-"
"Mother's a whore-"
"Father's a good for nothing-"
That didn't stop the abuse.
"Mum and Dad died that night-"
"Halloween-"
"His parents sacrificed themselves for the Wiazrding World-"
His parents were just sacrifices to them, a holy memory that they forgot without a second thought.
"I knew he wasn't lying-"
"I stuck by him through everything-"
"I always believed you, Harry-"
They lied to his face.
"He'll march right up to You Know Who-"
"Defeat him and his Death Eaters-"
"-save us all-"
"-martyr-"
He was their martyr.
"Run away from Britain, Potter, and we'll never see each other again."
His 'friends' had betrayed him time and time again. The Wizarding World wouldn't let him live. There was too little to live for, in Britain, and a whole world to die for. How much had he given up for this world? How had he not noticed that he wasn't a hero, he was a martyr- someone bred for slaughter?
"I, Lord Voldemort, also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, swear that I will not harm Harry James Potter, nor his godfather, Sirius Black-"
He won't die for them. Not for a world that used him as the scapegoat for all their problems. But would they let their Savior go?
"-so long as he does not actively act against me willingly-"
It didn't matter. He would run, and they would never catch him. They would mourn the loss of their martyr, and if they kept depending on him, even as he escaped from their clutches, they would fall at the hands of the Dark Lord.
"This do I swear upon my magic-"
So he took Sirius (Remus had died for the Wizarding World, just as he would if he didn't go now-) and ran.
"So mote it be."
The Wizarding World expected a hero to bring them out of their mess. They expected their Savior to defeat the Evil, save them all, even if it meant dying for them. They expected a martyr.
"Good bye, Britain."
They wouldn't get one.