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Harry Potter

I don't know how or why, but I lived. Voldemort tried to kill me when I was a baby. Now he has returned and will remain, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." And I am going to school and have become, "The-Boy-Who-Lived" yet some prefer, "The-Boy-Who-Lied". Sometimes I feel like I have good friends, but I often think that they can't possibly understand. Understand my sense of responsibility. I have to kill Voldemort! Sometimes I think "How can I have the guts to kill Voldemort when most people can't even say his name?"

Sometimes I don't think I have the courage. But all the rest of the time I know my friends are with me and will stay with me to the very end.

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