Prompts: Damaged; Alexander Hamilton: (character) Harry Potter (Showtime, Writing Club, Hogwarts)

Word Count: 334

Summary: Harry Potter has always felt wrong.


The truth was, for as long as he could remember, Harry Potter had felt damaged.

He was sure that way back when he had been with his parents, he must've been happy, he must've been whole.

But the very moment he arrived at the doorstep of the Dursleys—these people didn't deserve to be called his relatives in retrospect—that changed.

He was belittled and abused for years and years. Every day, he was told that he wasn't normal, that something about him was terribly wrong.

And, after a while, he started to believe it. It was natural, he was only a child, he didn't know better.

Just like he had given up hoping for an escape after a while.

Then, on his eleventh birthday, that very thing happened.

Hagrid came to the hut they were hiding in and told him that he was fine the way he was and the things he could do were fine, they were great, even.

Nevertheless, a part of Harry didn't dare to believe it. he had been lied to far too often to just think that everything would be fine now.

And he was right.

Sure, there was magic and that was great, but he was still wrong in the eyes of many people.

They didn't like he was a Slytherin, they didn't know that hiding in the shadows sometimes was the only way of survival.

They didn't like it that he stayed friends with some of the other students he had met on the train, since he was allegedly 'tainting' them with his ambition or something.

They didn't like it that he spoke the language of the snakes, since apparently he didn't deserve it due to the blood of mother—and to a lesser degree his paternal grandmother who had came from India and he had more than likely gotten it from—or it was an evil language.

No matter what he did, no one was happy with him, no one really liked him.

And he was sick of it.