Harry's Secret Thoughts
They don't know the real truth about me.
That I'm really and truly Voldemort's creation. His true masterpiece. But my
creator doesn't know that either. My so-called biographies have minimal truth.
Well, perhaps they're true, but only to those who believe in my unquestionable
purity. Ha ha.
Fortunately, I have plenty of support from
the good side. They are extremely pliable people. Good people. I like them.
Perhaps I would have turned out differently, but since I carry part of Voldemort's
personality, I'll just have to use them to achieve my own means.
Now, the other side, the Dark side,
composed of those Death Eaters who aren't exactly my favorite people, they're
kind of ummmm. I'm not their favorite person. It's common knowledge.
Maybe they'd feel differently once they learned the truth about me.
In a way, I'm even more powerful than
Voldemort. People give me the benefit of the doubt. Poor, little Harry Potter,
victim of the darkest wizard of all time until now.
They say that it is during the teen years
that the youth discovers who he really is. His destiny. His true calling. What
life has set in store for him. That is my time. With fourteen years of age, I
have set along my chosen path.
When I say "until now," I am telling you
what my fate is. Not all of these thoughts are my own. But they are a part of
me. Tom Marvolo Riddle was a kind, intelligent boy. He was brilliant. He was a
prize student and respected by nearly all. He also was given the benefit of the
doubt. What made him turn out like that? We may never know.
I've got a nifty, little lightning-shaped
scar. He didn't. I am pitied. He wasn't. I am pampered and coddled. He wasn't.
I have two close, manipulable friends. (I don't know if he did.) I am not and
was never expected to turn out like him.
I've got it made. I'm unsuspected. I'm
cute. I'm innocent. I'm positive I can pull it off. Once I reveal my true
nature, I'll be unstoppable.
Oh, it's a delicate game. We wizards, we're
all pawns in the game of life, you know. This is just a theory. We don't truly
command the magic. It dominates us. It shapes us into what we want to be. It doesn't
just force us into a mold. I believe it tests us and penetrates us, plays with
our deepest thoughts and most hidden desires.
It brings those to the surface. It's not
really a mold, come to think of it. It tells us who we really and truly are. Thinking
of that, "they" are right.
Through magic I've found out who I really
am. The famous Harry Potter will be no more. Much to Ron and Hermione's dismay
and Snape's delight, I'll be the infamous Harry Potter. I'll make sure
that Voldemort will live on in me even though he's gathering power in some
corner of the world. When we ally, we'll be invincible.