my first story thats NOT hunger games! enjoy! please r&r!
disclaimer: i do not own harry potter
You taught me to hate him.
Of course, I never minded—he was a freak after all. Going off to that school for weirdo's…he was jealous of me, my extreme superiority because I was loved and had a family. He didn't have one and wasn't loved; wasn't allowed or meant or supposed to be loved. And who could love him? The mutant, magical freak didn't deserve to be loved and there was no one to love him. He was a worthless waste of space…
At least, that's what you had told me.
He wasn't so bad after all. He saved the world by the looks and sounds of it. He defeated Lord what's-his-face- started with a V? – And prevented both his world and ours from being destroyed by this guy when he was a baby, and now he is going to have to do it again. In the end, he is a hero. And what did we do? We made him miserable, kept him under stairs, made fun of and starved him. I always thought it was funny, that he got what he deserved because that's what you told me. But I was wrong; we were wrong…he didn't deserve the life we gave him.
Why did you tell me that?
Why did you lie to me? Was it because you knew he was better than me? Or he was going to be better than me? Was it because he could do things we could never imagine? Were you afraid of him? His powers? Why did you hate him? Why did you teach me to hate him? Was it because mom was jealous of her sister? Was it because mom was reminded so often of her dead sister because of his eyes? How could we be so cruel? How could we get away with it for so long?
After all, what was so different about him?
He was just a normal boy who may have looked different from us and had a different background, but he was still just a boy, same as me. Sure he could do things that were…bizarre without meaning to or knowing how he did them, but did that matter? Harry was still your nephew, my cousin. Sure he wasn't your son but we should have treated him like he was… no one, no matter how abnormal, shouldn't have to grow up without a family, without parents… without a home. I don't know what I would have done without you two, but what we did to Harry was unforgivable. It was cruel and sad and pathetic. I feel bad for Harry after all these years he's spent with us.
I realized that he wasn't so bad a few years ago, but I was scared. I was scared of you two and I was scared to face him. I was scared he wouldn't forgive me or that he would have one of his friends magic me into a pig like that giant Hagrid almost did six years ago. I guess it doesn't matter, cause I will probably never see him again after today. It might be too late to apologize now, but at this point I've got nothing to lose and I'm going to give it a shot…
I'm sorry, Harry Potter.
"I don't think you're a waste of space."