Chapter 3
Diminish
The Boy who lived, a foolish title that embodies the ideal of a hero but the eternal damnation of a single soul, how foolish is the one that subjects himself to this. What is in a name, there are highs and lows, loves and losses but within each lesson there is the irrefutable condemnation to pain for there is no rest for the weak and no peace for the strong. As one with power I expected no peace but yet in that, is the irony for it is the offer of peace that once tempted me and destroyed me.
In the boy who lived there is nothing admirable for he is a pitiful man who waits for the fulfillment of his promises before he succumbs to the death that has been promised to him. In this title there is nothing . . . nothing but me.
Her eyes glimmer in the moonlight and I almost miss the flicker of relief that dashes across her eyes with her confession, in my foolishness I have lost the one thing that kept me alone. I chose to release myself to the prophesized but in prophecy does the lies spring forth and smother me with their naivety. She looks down and in her shoulders I see no regret, no belief in us and no hope. The loss is irretrievable but the one thing I can salvage is the façade of control.
'I understand Cho, you loved Cedric and hope I could replace him, but his killer could never return your heart from him. I understand and in a way I am relieved, we are even now.'
I walk away as the regrets overwhelm me with their stifling whispers, in that single moment I lost my only chance at redemption; I left my heart behind with no desire to salvage its remains.
I watch his unnervingly calm features as he passes the Griffindor table, the knowledge that he is suffering would have sufficed to calm my irrational rage at his adversity. In the revelation of my father's death it was pain and anguish that coursed through my veins and drove me to near madness but yet this pampered prick has taken from me the one thing I can pride myself upon, he has taken my control and shattered it with my irrational rage towards his very existence. In him I will find my redemption, in his destruction will I find my purpose, in his deterioration I will find strength to live beyond Voldemort.
I will gain power from my rage and control from the hate that can fill the void of my heart. In love I blossom but in hate I will prosper, I am The Boy Who Lived, if I cannot live in love I will continue to live in hate.