Unwritten, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer1: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does.

Disclaimer2: I don't own the song 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield

A/N: this is my first attempt at a songfic so be easy on me, please. It is based on the song 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten

Can't read my mind

I'm undefined

At first glance, the young man standing on the side of the road was nothing special. He wasn't tall and very skinny with messy midnight black hair. A shock of his hair fell into his startlingly green eyes. When observed closely these eyes were filled with turmoil. Anger, betrayal, sorrow, and confusion could all be found in these eyes.

I'm just beginning

The pen's in my hand

Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you

Harry Potter's eyes were focused on the ruined house before him. His parents' house. The place where they had been killed, murdered by Lord Voldemort. The end for his parents and his beginning.

Open up the dirty window

Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find

Reaching for something in the distance

So close you can almost taste it

Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can do it for you

Only you can let it in

No one else, no one else

Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken

Live your life with arms wide open

Today is where your book begins

The rest is still unwritten.

Where would this journey take him, he did not know. What he did know is that wherever his path, his fate may take him, he was ready to follow. He was ready to complete what he had been born to do. If his life should end, so be it. He was going to kill Lord Voldemort. If he didn't succeed he was going to take down as many Death Eaters as he could.

I break tradition

Sometimes my tries

Are outside the lines

We've been conditioned

To not make mistakes

But I can't live that way

He had escaped Voldemort six times. He had lived. His parents had escaped Voldemort three times. The fourth time they died. He was going to take the life of the person who hurt them and so many others. The man- if he could still be considered a man- who had tortured and ordered the torture of so many innocent humans because of their blood. He had killed them because they were like them. He had destroyed families and households and lives. Vengeance was going to be exacted upon his head. His head was going to be the one rolling this time!