Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money off of this story. Okay, now that that's over with, on to the story!
THE TRUTH AS THEY KNOW IT
I try to ignore it all as I walk solemnly down the hallway, making my way to class as so many other students do the same exact thing all around me. But, no matter how normal my actions, the stares, glares, sneers, and fearful glances, still follow. I try to remain unperturbed by their blind hatred and unfounded fear; I try, but fail miserably.
How can everything have changed so suddenly? How can everyone go from holding me up on a pedestal to thinking me the lowest, most despicable scum there is? I suppose it's because they never truly knew me. They never saw me as just Harry, but rather as the boy-who-lived. They never truly liked me, just what I stood for, what I was, not who. I guess it's really not all that surprising that they could hate me just as easily as they loved me. There love was blind, and so it is that there hate should be so as well.
All I did was tell that snake not to hurt Justin, to leave him alone, but no one sees my action for what it really was. All they heard was the hissing coming from my mouth. They didn't even bother to ask me what it was all about. They didn't bother to take note of the fact that after I spoke to it, the snake stopped.
They automatically assume me to be evil, and all because of my parseltongue ability. But it's not the ability that makes one evil; it's the way it's used. Can't they see that? Are they all so blind as to think that the world is so black and white? Their ignorance astounds me almost as much as it annoys me. Am I the only one who sees past the superficiality and to the truth behind the veil?
I know I'm not the only one whose image is misconstrued. I know I'm not the only one who's loved, or hated, for what they are perceived to be, no matter how true or false the façade is. There are so many stereotypes that people blindly trust.
Gryffindors are good. Slytherins are evil. Hufflepuffs are cowards. Ravenclaws are boring. These fallacies are hardly ever questioned. It upsets me to know that people are so easily influenced, so easily manipulated.
I walk down these halls, ancient and knowing, that have seen so much transpire in their midst. I pity those who look upon me with scorn without even bothering to stop for a moment and truly ponder what it is I've done "wrong" and hope that someday they will open up their eyes and see the world as gray.
Author's Note: Not much to say on this one. I think this is pretty much it. Yep, it's a one shot. I might add some more on latter if I get some more inspiration for this, but I'm probably going to focus more on some of my other stories. So, unless people really like this...that's all folks!