Hi sebuv here. A Little story I feel like making
I hope you enjoy
Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter
Harry Potter and his Train of thoughts
"thoughts"
"Why" That was the only thing Harry Potter could think about as he sat in his small room. number 4 privet drive little whinging surrey. It was almost 3AM And Harry had sat on his bed thinking about the same thing the last six hours. "Why" "why me" "why Sirius" It had been two days since the night in The Department of Mysteries. And Sirius Black. Harry's Godfather died. And Right now he hated his life More than ever before. He was Close to get a real family. And that crashed right in front of him.
"Why is it always me" "Why is it always me Voldemort is after?" Fuck the Prophecy. Fuck Voldi. Fuck Lestrange. Fuck Everyone and everything He said to himself while he clenched his fist.
Harry Closed his eyes and thought about all the time in his life he wished he had a normal one. A normal life with a normal parents normal friends a normal school. But no.
He was the hero of the magical world.
The prophecy child.
The one person that everyone counted on.
The One Everyone expected so much of.
But He doesn't know what to do.
He feels trapped.
Trapped in his own mind.
Where the only company he has is his own brain and thoughts.
And the war of those three is worse than anything that The Dark Lord could ever imagine.
Harry looked blankly at the wall opposite of him. And begin to think of why he Deserved all of this.
He Didn't ask to have his parents killed. Or living with his abusive relatives.
He Didn't ask to be a wizard.
And See what he have lost just because of a terrorist.
Everything
He have lost everything
His family
He put his best friends in danger
And Of course his own mind.
Because monsters don't hide under your bed
They Hide inside your head…..