Chapter seven: Welcome to my life
It was like looking into a mirror. How could it be? The only thing that was different was his eyes. They were blue not green. It couldn't be. He was dead. James Potter was killed sixteen years ago at the hand of Voldemort. How was he standing in front of him now? How could he be his DADA teacher? He looked exactly as he did in his picture. This couldn't be him.
The bell rang and Harry was still standing I the doorway staring at the man in front of the desk in the front of the room.
"Mr. Potter will you please take your seat." He asked
"Huh…yeah" Harry said walking over to the seat next to Ron.
"Ron…Does that look like who I think it looks like or am I seeing things?" Harry whispered
"I see it to mate…if your seeing things then I am too" Ron replied
"Good afternoon class…My name is professor Potter" he stated
Harry gasped how could this be? He had died sixteen years ago Harry remember it clearly the green flash and the stories afterwards. Ron raised his hand
" yes Mr. Weasly? "He asked
"Aren't you like…..Dead?" Ron asked
The professor laughed "am I here?"
"well yeah but if your James potter you died Monday October 31 1989" Harry answered
"correct Mr. potter" Professor potter stated "20 points to Gryffindor"
"For what "Malfoy spat
"20 points for questioning a professor Mr. malfoy" Professor potter replied "and to answer you question its for knowing trivia facts of the victims of the dark arts."
Harry stared at him Happily…maybe things were going to change.
"to get on with the lesson for today. I see Professor gronch left his lesson plans on the desk." James said throwing them into the trashcan next to the desk "anyone got any questions about the dark arts. I want this class to be about what you want to learn not about what people want to teach you"
A girl in the back of the room raised her hand and James motioned for her to speak "my name is Roxxi Renolds and My question is …Umm.."
"yes please go on there are no stupid questions in this classroom" James said leaning onto the desk
"I wanted to know why Harry was the only one who could kill….Him" she asked
"you mean Voldemort?" James asked
"yeah" she answered
"well Harry …." James started before he got cut off by Harry standing up
"why in bloody hell is my life so damn interesting to everyone? You have no idea what its like to be me, to wake up everyday and wonder what the hell will happen to me today. To wake up and realize my life has changed for the worst and everyone praises me for it. I wake up every morning and think my parents are dead and I walk in here today and find this" he pointed at James and began to talk again " I wonder why everyone believes the shit in the daily prophet. You know is so much worse living the nightmare then they put it in print. You don't know what its like being lied to for 15 years of your life or even only knowing part of the truth. I wake up everyday having to face everyone praising me and envying me for something I would trade the world not to be. I wake up and wish I was never The boy who lived."
With this Harry stormed thorough the door and out into the hall, not knowing where he was going he just new that he wanted to get away from that room, and as fast as he could.
Have you ever feel like breaking down
Do you ever feel out of place
Like somehow you just don't belong
And no one understands you
By now Harry had made it up three flights of stairs and was starting his fourth. He looked behind him to see if anyone was following him, but the halls were clear, for everyone except him was in classes.
Do you ever want to run away
Do you lock yourself in you room
With your radio on turned up so loud
That no one hears you screaming
Nothing made since to him any more, his thoughts were like goo in a jar on the highest shelf of the kitchen.
No you don't know what its like
When nothing feels alright
No you don't know what its like
to be like me….
To be hurt, To feel lost
To be left out in the dark'
To be kicked when your down
Feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breakin down
But no ones there to save you
No you don't know what its like
Welcome to my life
Harry was on his sixth flight of stairs. He now knew where he was going to go. His feet were leading to the astronomy tower. He didn't know why but he wanted to look up at the sky. It was late afternoon maybe 4:00 as he made it up to his seventh flight of stairs.
Do you wanna be somebody else
Are you sick of feeling so left out
Are you desperate to find something more
Before you life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate
Are you sick of everyone around
With the big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside your bleeding
The tower was empty to his luck, all except a chair. He walked over to the chair and sat down. He needed to organize his thoughts, everything was a blur.
No you don't know what its like
When nothing feels alright
No you don't know what its like
to be like me….
To be hurt, To feel lost
To be left out in the dark'
To be kicked when your down
Feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
But no ones there to save you
No you don't know what its like
Welcome to my life
Why was this all happening to Him? He should have been happy his dad that he thought was dead for 16 years was alive and was teaching his favorite subject. But Harry couldn't be happy he could never be happy when he want to be, and when he was in a happy mood that's usually when the bad things started happening.
no ones ever lied straight to you face
And no ones ever stabbed you in the back
You might think Im happy
but Im not going to be ok
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what its like what its like
Harry was sick and tired of everyone crowding around him and making him feel so dependent. He was tired of them giving him a fame hungry image. But was most sick of was, Him being so surrounded by people that he felt that he had lost the real Harry somewhere deep inside him. Somewhere he might never be able to get him back.
No you don't know what its like
When nothing feels alright
No you don't know what its like
To be hurt, To feel lost
To be left out in the dark'
To be kicked when your down
Feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
But no ones there to save you
No you don't know what its like
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
Welcome to my life
"Harry," came a voice out of now where as Harry turned around the voice spoke again but this time it was closer to him "Im sorry about everything, I really didn't meant to do it….Can you ever forgive me?"
A.N. it's a kind of weird chapter I know but its totally awesome in my opinion of course I did write it so I have to think its good. Anyway I want to answer a question that I think many may have thought while reading this chapter: How do you know the death date of Lily and James potter? Read the first two or three chapters of the philosophers stone and you will find it. It says in the first chapter that Lily and James died when Harry was little over one year old, and in the third chapter it says (somewhere along the lines of) that they died 10 years ago on Halloween. What I thought was funny when I was rereading the book is that Sir Nicholas has the same death day as Lily and James. I think it may be something in the next books, but don't hold me to it. Im going to email jk's official site and ask. If she replies I will Post it in one of my following Author's notes. The song was in the chapter this time so Im going to say goodbye. GOODBYE!