The pain.
The pain of knowing that anyone who got close to him would die. The pain of letting them get that close. The pain of sitting there and watching it happen.
Death.
The death that surrounded him was his own doing. He'd decided that a long time ago. It started with his parents. They died protecting him. It was a long time ago. What was so special about him then. He probably drooled like any other baby. They should have saved themselves. But they didn't. Then it continued to everyone he cared about and others he barely even knew. And still people looked to him as a beaken of hope.
Hope.
The idiots. Looking to a boy who was barely of age to save the world. Expecting him to be the clicke hero. And if he acted the tinyest bit like a normal person they would call him crazy and write about him in the papers. One day he was crazy the next he was their savior. He just couldn't keep up with their expectations.
Expectations.
They expected too much………
Well here ya go people. Just a small look into harry's head. If I get some reviews ill continue this into a bit of what everyone is thinking at different times. Tell me whos head you want to explore next.
-Peace.
