To Be His Heir
No one truly understands what I have to live with.
Muggle gaurdians that hate me because of what I am; because of what my parents were...
Most people think that just b ecause I'm famous, I must have a perfect life.
Of, how wrong they are...
Every day, I have to live up to the expectations of everyone around me.
All I am to them is 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'The Chosen One'.
Every day I have to force myself to excell in my studies.
And every day I make myself appear happy and full of life.
But, my shield is starting to crack.
People are starting to wonder...
How much longer can I keep this up? All I want is to be able to finish my learning at Hogwarts.
Just one more year.
Then, everyone will know what I've been keeping from them.
And by then, I wont care who I hurt or who will die in a vain attempt to save me from the Dark.
The Mark on my arm burns often now;
Now that I'm so close to becoming the one thing that I feared for three whole years...
But not anymore.
Now I see what the Dark Mark means.
It's more than power and followers.
As the Heir to the Dark Lord, the Mark is freedome from the madness that was my former life.
It represents what I am now striving to become.
It is Absolute and Unyeilding...
Oh, the poor fools. I can almost see the Headlines now:
"The Boy Who Lived - To Become the Heir of Darkness?"
Yes...
Life will finally be worth living.