Author's Notes: ::cringes:: Lordy, that was hard to write. Sorry, but I
LOVE love ( no pun intended ;)), so it was kind of odd to write it from
the point of view of someone who is very hostile towards love, like I would
imagine Harry to feel right after Order of the Phoenix. Anyways, I'm being
incredibly lazy right now, due to a loss of sugar, so I'm not going to
personally thank each and everyone of you, like I would usually, but you
all can have this little message:
TO EACH AND EVERY REVIEWER OF CHAPTER TWO:: BIG THANKS, YOU WERE ALL SO SWEET, AND HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER, AND A COOKIE WITH MILK!
Enjoy! :D
Harry:
Love is painful. It seems to hurt everything, and everybody. I don't understand why every part of my life is affected by it.
Okay, my mother died because she loved me. Sirius died, for me, because he too loved me. Cedric- well, he didn't love me, but it was my fault anyway that he died. And my dad too, because if I had never been born, Voldemort wouldn't have gone after my parents.
Don't you see? Can't you see what this so-called love has done to my life? I wish I'd never been born, because of love. At times like this, it makes sense to follow Voldemort's creed, maybe we are all better without love, and maybe love is better without us.
I don't want to kill anyone, or hurt anymore. Love is simply excruciatingly painful, and when you're the Boy Who Lived, it hurts even more and guess what? I have to suffer all this in silence, because I am the Bloody Boy Who Lived, I'm supposed to be strong, a hero, a sodding Gryffindor.
But I'm not. I'm not, I'm not, and I'm not. And I will never be. I'm not a hero; I just want to be normal. I want my parents back; I want Sirius, and Cedric to never have died, I want to be regular, I don't want to kill Voldemort, or have him kill me, I don't want to worry about all that. I don't want to be afraid of loving someone, in the likely event that they'll be the next victims.
I don't.
I really have no choice though. I don't want the blood of yet another person on my hands.
Dumbledore says my greatest strength is my heart, and my ability to love. Well, I don't think it's so great. What if I weren't able to love, what if I was born without the feeling of love? Wouldn't life be so much easier, for me, and everybody else?
I think it would. Except for the fact that Voldemort would probably conquer the world.
Why did it have to be me? Why couldn't it have been someone else, Neville? Why did I have to be cursed with being Harry Potter?
And don't give me that crap about me being the only one that can handle it. That's not true, I'm not special, I'm just normal. Or at least, I would be, if it weren't for the fact that Voldemort is constantly after my bloody head.
Love is really horrible, if you think about it. I mean, look people die in the name of love, and people kill in the name in the love. And what's so great about a day up in the clouds, when you have to pay for it by her getting hurt? Or something worse, if possible?
I don't know, I guess my life is just really screwed up right now. But then again, when hasn't it ever been not screwed?
Getting off topic. My point is; love seems completely unnecessary. I sounded like the insane guy who's after my blood, with that last comment.
What am I turning into? Some cynic? I don't know what I am right now, I don't know where I stand, all I know is that love, loving, and being loved, hurts.
It hurts a lot. Maybe too much.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I know, I know. Anyways, the next chapter will be a little easier for me to write...after all, more than half of my works are from her point of view, Cho! ::ignores rotten tomatoes and boos from Cho- haters:: Yeah, yeah, deal with it, or skip the upcoming chapter, and wait for the one after, which will be from my favorite Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.
TO EACH AND EVERY REVIEWER OF CHAPTER TWO:: BIG THANKS, YOU WERE ALL SO SWEET, AND HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER, AND A COOKIE WITH MILK!
Enjoy! :D
Harry:
Love is painful. It seems to hurt everything, and everybody. I don't understand why every part of my life is affected by it.
Okay, my mother died because she loved me. Sirius died, for me, because he too loved me. Cedric- well, he didn't love me, but it was my fault anyway that he died. And my dad too, because if I had never been born, Voldemort wouldn't have gone after my parents.
Don't you see? Can't you see what this so-called love has done to my life? I wish I'd never been born, because of love. At times like this, it makes sense to follow Voldemort's creed, maybe we are all better without love, and maybe love is better without us.
I don't want to kill anyone, or hurt anymore. Love is simply excruciatingly painful, and when you're the Boy Who Lived, it hurts even more and guess what? I have to suffer all this in silence, because I am the Bloody Boy Who Lived, I'm supposed to be strong, a hero, a sodding Gryffindor.
But I'm not. I'm not, I'm not, and I'm not. And I will never be. I'm not a hero; I just want to be normal. I want my parents back; I want Sirius, and Cedric to never have died, I want to be regular, I don't want to kill Voldemort, or have him kill me, I don't want to worry about all that. I don't want to be afraid of loving someone, in the likely event that they'll be the next victims.
I don't.
I really have no choice though. I don't want the blood of yet another person on my hands.
Dumbledore says my greatest strength is my heart, and my ability to love. Well, I don't think it's so great. What if I weren't able to love, what if I was born without the feeling of love? Wouldn't life be so much easier, for me, and everybody else?
I think it would. Except for the fact that Voldemort would probably conquer the world.
Why did it have to be me? Why couldn't it have been someone else, Neville? Why did I have to be cursed with being Harry Potter?
And don't give me that crap about me being the only one that can handle it. That's not true, I'm not special, I'm just normal. Or at least, I would be, if it weren't for the fact that Voldemort is constantly after my bloody head.
Love is really horrible, if you think about it. I mean, look people die in the name of love, and people kill in the name in the love. And what's so great about a day up in the clouds, when you have to pay for it by her getting hurt? Or something worse, if possible?
I don't know, I guess my life is just really screwed up right now. But then again, when hasn't it ever been not screwed?
Getting off topic. My point is; love seems completely unnecessary. I sounded like the insane guy who's after my blood, with that last comment.
What am I turning into? Some cynic? I don't know what I am right now, I don't know where I stand, all I know is that love, loving, and being loved, hurts.
It hurts a lot. Maybe too much.
Author's Notes: Yeah, I know, I know. Anyways, the next chapter will be a little easier for me to write...after all, more than half of my works are from her point of view, Cho! ::ignores rotten tomatoes and boos from Cho- haters:: Yeah, yeah, deal with it, or skip the upcoming chapter, and wait for the one after, which will be from my favorite Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.