My life is…interesting. There is a separation. At times I am simply Harry Potter. I am a boy who hopes to grow up and be successful. Then again, I am often the boy who lives, the chosen one. A symbol, an icon, never a person. I am a symbol…I live with that.
I need to avenge my father. I need to see justice. I need to save the world. My mother gave up her life to save mine, which is a burden. My godfather, more of a brother, died fighting for me. My father, he just fought, he fought for justice and never saw it come. He fought for the world. I need to fight. I need to find justice for my father…but it's a burden. Sleep has always been a time for cold reflection; a time to process thoughts and examine memories, become detached from one's life so that I may make the best decisions. After all, a lot is riding on my shoulders.
At times I dream of long, red hair. It invades my dreams and pursues me into waking hours. It is an image that consumes me, wholly, entirely. I am lost in this one vision of perfection.
Can I eat? Can I sleep? Of course! But food is tasteless unless you are there; and even if you are I don't really know what I am eating. Sleep is pervaded by images of red hair; an image that consumes me. Sleeping and eating are never the same.
The world is a horrible place. Purebloods and muggles so wrapped up in their own petty tribulations that they hate anyone in the middle. Muggleborns can be accepted, they are meant to be. And though they are scorned by some they are admired by others. For they have courage…courage…what do they know of courage. It is lonely along the edges, and the edge is where you always are with talent.
Blood does not matter, it never did. It was just a cover up by good old Salazar when he was proved wrong by one of Rowena's pupils. It has always been about talent, and once it is discovered that you have a gift, you are ostracized. It is lonely along the edges.
I was lonely. I was cold and alone. There was no one. But now I have someone. I have a cause. I have sustenance. I have a mantra. I have one single, solitary image that sustains me. Red Hair.
I will go no further. The purity of this one image should be left untouched. I can not describe for there are no words. I can not compare for there is no comparison. I just have to love the one that sustains me with all of my heart. And I do.
A/N: Well, what do you think? I'd love to hear it. I/m REALLY sorry that I haven't written anything in ages...its just kinda like...bleh. I've had boatloads of homework, the IB program is going to kill me. I've had to pull 16 hour days and I'm only a sophomore. Oh, and did I mention that was the weekend. Well, then again I suppose that one has to sell their soul when their slogan is Harvard or bust. Anyway, thats my own little disclaimer apart from the fact that I will now claim that all characters and references to Harry Potter are owned by J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, and AOL Timewarner, in varying porportions. SO...now that I am done with my little rant that I hope everyone found enertaining I'm going to turn it over to you. READ AND REVIEW!