"Misfortune"
Harry always thought his entire life had been one big mess, like he'd never had a breath or chance to relax. There was always something that made him just want to throw in the towel and walk away, but he knew he had people depending on him and friends to keep him upright. The times he'd wanted to give up were the worst, and although he had Ron and Hermione, sometimes it was hard to talk to them. Ron barely understood how Harry didn't want to be special, and Hermione would just tell him to shoulder up and keep slogging through.
Sometimes he just wanted someone to tell him his life was one big misfortune and just be there for him. It was hard to pay attention to girls at parties when he was more worried about how he was going to stay alive. But somewhere in his head, he wished for that one girl who would make his life worth staying alive. Once Ron and Hermione began dating in 6th year, he looked at them and saw what he wanted, but didn't have. And he knew any girl who he would be willing to date would have to be fully understanding and willing to stay with him through the war, not just be with him for his fame as The-Boy-Who-Lived. He cursed under his breath. The stupid label had plagued him all his life.
Someday, he swore to himself silently, he would just go somewhere else when this was over. He would find someone and a place that had no idea who he was or what he'd done, and maybe then he would be able to concentrate on finding his happiness.
Day 56, Misfortune
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