The Darkness that Dreams Are Made Of
Shades Of Grey
Harry stood in shock, he had never in all his acquaintance with the boy/man named Draco Malfoy, heard him say 'please'. What shocked him even more was the fact that, Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy was crying, he was crying.
Harry had never in his life contemplated Draco in a different perspective other than black and white. The way it had worked in Harry's mind for the last six years was- Draco was an insufferable prick who was also a Deatheaters son, was placed Slytherin (where almost all the wizards went bad) and a muggle/mud blood hater. This to Harry meant- Draco= evil
Harry for the first time in his life contemplated the shades of gray, even as he stumbled backwards, out the door, closing it and leaning against it, as if he was afraid something was going to jump out of the compartment and attack him. Several students gave him strange looks as they passed by but Harry was to caught up in his own thoughts to notice.
Draco was, had been, when he looked in, but it, it couldn't be…an illusion? No. The pain in his eyes was too real, what am I thinking! The pain in his eyes? This is Malfoy!
Harry stumbled down the corridors until he reached the compartment where Ron and Hermione were. He slid in and sat down, ignoring his two friend's frantic snogging.
I know what I saw, I know it was real but I can't believe it, it just doesn't seem feasible.
He shifted slightly in the seat, diving farther into his thoughts, ones that had been nagging at the back of his mind since he went to Diagon Alley for his school supplies, a young mother and her little girl were shopping; the woman recognized him and pointed him out to her daughter. "Look honey! It's Harry Potter!"
"Who's he, mommy?"
"He's the boy who lived, the one that will save us all, it's written in the stars, everyone knows it. He was born into this destiny, he'll be our savior from the Dark Lord's reign."
Harry's perfect black and white world had been crumbling since that day and after seeing Draco, it shattered and Harry was assaulted by the realities he had always deigned. The voice came back, the one that had haunted his young life before he came to Hogwarts, it had been dormant for so long….
What are you? The voice asked
Harry thought, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived
But, you were just a child when it happened, said the voice.
Because of me Voldemort was stopped, thought Harry angrily
He wasn't stopped he just lost his body, The voice congealed, and you didn't stop him, your mother gave her life to save you. That's what stopped him
In the first year at Hogwarts I stopped him, Harry protested, when he tried to recover the sorcerer stone.
No, if YOU hadn't gone after it, it would have never been found.
In my second and third year…
You were the great Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, idol of the wizarding world, and the gossip of the news. You were thought to have opened the chamber of secrets, for once in your life you weren't bowed down to, you were hated. Just like your forth year, you know what it's like to be hated, you didn't like it, did you?
No, but I…Harry tried desperately.
You nothing, you are nothing more than a figure, shaped and refined by the wizarding world. Before you knew the truth you were just a young innocent, impressionable, boy. Then you found out about the wizarding world and how your failure to die, stopped Voldemort. That day you were formed into what they wanted-
'Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, the one that will defeat the dark lord or die trying.' You are worth nothing more to them, they were too afraid to do anything themselves so they place their incoherent trust in an eleven year old boy.
There are others who are trying to stop him…
Like who? The voice asked sarcastically.
Mr. Weasly, Mr. Fudge, Dumbledore…
HA! Yes! Fine examples, Harry Potter, The voice scoffed, Weasly is mocked in the Ministry and Fudge won't even believe that Voldemort has returned. Now, Dumbledore, he actually has power.
If you were to compare power with a chess set, Dumbledore would be the queen. The strongest piece, able to move any direction. Other wizards are pawns, rooks, and some even castles, like Fudge and Weasly. But unless someone moves the pawns the more powerful pieces can't move and if the castles and rooks won't move than only a few are left to guard the king.
The king, the figurehead of the game, it can only move one space at a time and if it is lost the game is as well. Can you guess who the king might represent, Harry Potter?
Please leave me alone, Harry begged
You represent the figurehead of this game, when in reality you hold only the power of a pawn.
Go away! Harry held his head, rubbing his temple and squeezing his eyes together tightly.
Who are you? The voice asked again.
Who am I? Harry repeated mentally.
Eyes still closed he began to laugh, the kind of laugh you get after realizing that the world really isn't fair.
"Harry are you ok?" Hermione asked pulling away from Ron who blushed almost the same color of his hair.
Harry shook his head, "I'm fine, after all. I'm Harry fucking Potter.
Who am I? I am nothing
The voice agreed.