This is just something I suddenly got the inspiration to do. It's from Harry's point of view. Please review.
Why won't you tell me?
Everyone treats me like I'm a fragile porcelain doll. Everyone in the wizarding world has always, always hidden details from me. Don't they think this hurts me? Don't they think that when I eventually do find out that I'm going to be hurt far more than if they'd just told me in the first place? What kind of poor, little dear do they think I am? Even Hermione and Ron! My best friends in the world hide things from me to 'protect' me from them. Why don't they just tell me things? Why is it that whenever I ask a question, I'm never given a straightforward answer?
Look at me! I'm asking questions. I don't know anything. The whole world is protecting me from something. I'm being protected from something. I don't know what it is, though. It's like if they don't tell me, it will go away. Sure, it was great to find out that I was a wizard, but seriously, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME SOONER??? I've been a wizard from birth. I come from a wizarding family. My own AUNT for heaven's sake.
Why won't anyone tell me? Hermione and Ron... Hermione and Ron... they didn't even tell me about that. Hermione and Ron didn't tell me about them being together. They've been going out for six WHOLE MONTHS! What is it with this world? Why don't they think I can handle these things? It's not like I won't figure them out. It's not like I won't find out in the end.
Why? That simple questioning word. Why? It's the question I've been asking. Why? Why in the mortal realm do I keep on asking this question? Maybe I am the naive toddler they all see me as; the fragile porcelain doll that sits on the top shelf so that it won't be broken by the visiting child. I've been hidden so much that now that I've been exposed, I can't help but ask these questions. Why?
Why don't you tell me? I won't die. I won't scream. I won't silently go insane. I won't. The only thing I'll do is ask a question. And you already know what that question is. All I want to know is WHY?
Why won't you tell me?
Everyone treats me like I'm a fragile porcelain doll. Everyone in the wizarding world has always, always hidden details from me. Don't they think this hurts me? Don't they think that when I eventually do find out that I'm going to be hurt far more than if they'd just told me in the first place? What kind of poor, little dear do they think I am? Even Hermione and Ron! My best friends in the world hide things from me to 'protect' me from them. Why don't they just tell me things? Why is it that whenever I ask a question, I'm never given a straightforward answer?
Look at me! I'm asking questions. I don't know anything. The whole world is protecting me from something. I'm being protected from something. I don't know what it is, though. It's like if they don't tell me, it will go away. Sure, it was great to find out that I was a wizard, but seriously, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME SOONER??? I've been a wizard from birth. I come from a wizarding family. My own AUNT for heaven's sake.
Why won't anyone tell me? Hermione and Ron... Hermione and Ron... they didn't even tell me about that. Hermione and Ron didn't tell me about them being together. They've been going out for six WHOLE MONTHS! What is it with this world? Why don't they think I can handle these things? It's not like I won't figure them out. It's not like I won't find out in the end.
Why? That simple questioning word. Why? It's the question I've been asking. Why? Why in the mortal realm do I keep on asking this question? Maybe I am the naive toddler they all see me as; the fragile porcelain doll that sits on the top shelf so that it won't be broken by the visiting child. I've been hidden so much that now that I've been exposed, I can't help but ask these questions. Why?
Why don't you tell me? I won't die. I won't scream. I won't silently go insane. I won't. The only thing I'll do is ask a question. And you already know what that question is. All I want to know is WHY?
