The Chosen One
'The Chosen One', that's what I am called.
People expect too much things from me,
A sixteen year-old boy, the Harry Potter.
I always think about my life…
Why would it be me?
From all the babies that night, why me?
I will willingly give the 'Chosen One' name up
Just to be an ordinary boy
Who does not exist on Voldemort's list.
But today, as I see the death of Dumbledore,
I finally realize everything.
I tell Ginny to stop being with me, loving me…
I stand up, walking away
Finding the real answer of my questions,
I understand.
I am the Chosen One,
Because I will be the one who kills Voldemort
With my own hands
Yes, that's right,
With the Chosen One's hands.