I am so great- ch.2
I have run out of things to do for the day so I suppose I will continue writing about myself, a very enjoyable experience and I'm sure that those of you reading about me feel the same way. I believe I will now explain to you why my parents died for me. I have heard many times that it was out of protection and love. Yes yes, I agree with that, after all, I was an adorable baby so who wouldn't love me and protect me? However, there is much more to it than that. They had a choice, they could live and have me die OR I could live and they could die. Of course, they chose to have me live. I don't blame them, it's much more worthwhile to have me on the face of the than them. I mean, I'm famous, I'm THE BOY WHO LIVED. My parents would not have been famous or "the parents who lived" because that's not as catchy as THE BOY WHO LIVED. If the situation had been reversed, I know I would have made the same decision as them, I live, they die. Another reason they protected me was that they didn't want me to have to see that hideous creature Voldemort's face. I could have been scarred for life and then I would have been "the mental boy who lived and went to the phychiatric ward." Unfortunately, I have had to make up for not seeing Voldemort's face once by seeing quite a few times. Each time he tries to kill me! I don't know why he wants to kill me... I mean I'M THE BOY WHO LIVED! hmmm... maybe he wants my autograph and doesn't think I'll give it to him so he thinks he needs to kill me and go to my special lock-protected drawer full of signed autograph pictures to get one. Maybe next time I meet up with ol' Voldy I'll let him know that I'd me more than happy to give him one. Hmmm... better go get one and give it to him. I'll write more about myself later.