A/N: Harry muses about the meaning of being marked at the lake after his visit to Hagrid. I couldn't sleep, so I wrote this. I hope you like. Oh, and I don't own it.
Marked
Funny. I never realized what it means to be marked. To be a marked man. Well, boy in any case. And I've been marked ever since I was a year old. You would think I figured it out a long time ago. But I just never did...
The scar on my forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt, marks me as many things. As 'The Boy Who Lived', as the only one to ever survive the Death's Curse. As a survivor, and a savior. As the one who turned the Dark Lord into a mere shadow of himself.
It also marks the strange, for the lack of a better word, bond between me and the Dark Lord. The bond that makes us sense each other, even across long distances. The bond I hate so much, and would be glad to get rid of.
It 'marks me as his equal', for it was made by the Dark Lord. And thus marking the fact that 'either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives'. In short, my live must include, or end in, murder... Nice thought, isn't it?
It marks me, most important of all, as special, as unique, as different, and thus, ultimately, as alone. Completely and utterly alone. Ironic, isn't it. The most famous boy in the world is completely alone. Of course, that's partly the result of fame, isn't it? Alone because no-one is in the same position, no-one would understand. Not even my best friends. Not even Sirius...
It also marks... how to explain that... I read a book a long time ago. One of the main characters in the book, a girl, said something that reminds me of my situation. 'Most girls dream about being a fairytale princess. I feel like such a princess, except I wish for nothing more then to be a normal girl.' It marks me as a 'prince on the white horse', if you put it in that context. And I want to be a normal boy.
And it marks the truth in two sayings: 'You can't appreciate what you have until you lose it' and 'Ignorance is bliss'. And I lost my ignorance. The ignorance of what it means to be marked. But the scar is only a symbol. Because I'm afraid that even if I didn't have the scar, I'd still be a marked boy. It would only be less obvious. Or, to twist a certain quote, 'to be marked, is to be alone'. Even if no-one else notices.
Well, there you go. It's a bit depressive, but it sooths my mood when I wrote it. Anyway, I'd like to know what you think. So please read and review. Pretty please? (does puppy-dog-eyes)