A/N: Wee! Back to the poetry! Just some random little ditty about Harry. I forget when I started it, but I finished it at the Laundromat the other day, so….

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own the poor, abused soul who is Harry Potter.

Your Hero

How can you expect a hero from him?

This boy grew up with hatred and prejudice.

How can you expect love from him?

We are our experiences. He has never known love.

How can you expect him to make the right decisions?

All the good things he has done were wrong.

Shoved into a world of adoration, he becomes only what you want.

He can't stand to be hated any longer.

Do you believe you really have Harry Potter here?

The Boy-Who-Lived is all that exists for you.

He hides his true self behind well-built walls.

Those walls built of kindness and love and whatever else you tell him to feel.

What would you do if you knew the truth?

Would you hate him, shun him? Throw him off his unwanted pedestal?

Admit it, you all know you would.

After all, aren't heroes supposed to be perfect, selfless, god-like people?

Perhaps.

But you just try telling that to him.