I'm nothing special. I'm just a boy who lives at

4 Privet Drive

The Cupboard under the Stairs

I didn't even know wizards exist. I didn't know what Quidditch was, or a spell, or even me. How I could be considered a wizard is ridicules. I didn't know anything. Percy knows so much more then I do, yet no one is graveling at his feet. Everyone thinks I'm great, also as great as Dumbledore himself, but I'm not. I'm but a flea compared to him. Voldermort was right. I am nothing special. He overlooked a minor error, that's all. And he knows.

"Oooo, you're Harry Potter; The boy who lived!" They say that as if I was anything. I was a mere infant at the time. I was any different than anyone else. Obviously these people don't get it. I didn't do anything. It was my mother who did it. My mother died to save me, something any mother would do. It is her that should be celebrated, "Lily Potter; The woman who gave her life for all!" She's the one how set the spell that almost killed Voldermort. I was just the messenger. Yet, I don't see her name world- known. I don't see her name in the paper besides in the obituary.

Maybe it would've been better if I don't live. I put more people in danger than save them. My parents tried to save me, but they were killed. They only extended the length of my endangerment to others. When I went after the Sorcerers' Stone, I almost got Ron killed by playing chess. Heh, I can't forget about poor Cedric. I didn't have to play, but I did anyways. I should've known that I wasn't meant to compete, but that it was a set-up. Now look at him, six feet under with a tombstone. He had so much potential, but it's gone now... all because of me. I guess I'm support to have comfort in knowing I bought his body back to his parents. I guess they won't mind that he's dead.

If I had just died, Voldermort wouldn't have been able to rise again. Because of me, because of my red blood, he's back, stronger than ever. There's no stopping him. My simple touch of the skin won't do it again. My mother's spell is broken. I'm no longer wonder boy. I'm just a mudblood named.

Harry Potter, of the House of Slytherin