Harry's P.O.V., also has some of my own.

You speak to me with such loathing,
Yet you cannot bear to see me hurt.

Those black eyes hate me,
And yet, they protect me.

Why are you this way?

My father,
You scorn him with your words.

His friends,
They are equal bait to your lashing tongue.

Why do they have this power over you?

My mother,
You never mention her.

It seems to me,
That hardly anyone does.

Why not?

Past experience with you tells me that you are not to be trusted.
Yet, Dumbledore does.

I heard that you once had a heart,
If so, no one has seen it in years.

What are you that you can be this way?

Unfairly biased, some would say.
I would agree, you are ruthless.

And yet,
There is some logic in your actions.

How can you live like that?

A man of contradictions.
A man of action.

Suspicious, alert.
Alone.

How do you live with yourself?

Thanks to:

Mykerinos: Not what you expected. Is that a good thing? *g* Thank you. :-)

LegacyLady: Thank you. I am glad that it touched you and that I got him down-especially since I am relatively new to the world of Harry Potter.