Hero
He was born a hero. He lived, and he saved so many. He was a savior before he could walk. He stood up for people that couldn't stand up for themselves. He had a way with words, he had an air about him, and he had one of those presences that one could just sense that just made one want to stare at him forever. He laughed through his pain, smiled through his tears to make sure someone else wasn't scared for him. He was born to shine.
He lived his life as a hero. Hating the attention it gave him, good or bad, but he was still a hero. He saved millions, and lost so few. He had grown up as a savior, and when he couldn't save people, he was scared out of his mind. Not at the actual fact of losing them, but the fact of him failing. He could save so many, why couldn't he just save one more? Why couldn't he help? He wanted to help, goddamnit! He couldn't save one person, yet he was destined to save the world.
How could he save the world? He couldn't save someone that meant so much to him, not one! He was a hero through this all, trying for a way out. He sacrificed and sacrificed, but he got nothing in return…he wanted nothing, and that's what he would get. He was a hero, after all. They were meant to give without receiving. It was his destiny. He may have been a hero, but heroes are taken for granted. He grew tired of his treatment, and he was no hero. He tried to give it up, but nothing lasts forever. He was saving people again and again. And even though he expected the treatment he was given, he still did not like it. But a hero he was, so he put up with it, saving ungrateful people.
Harry Potter was a hero. That was for sure. After all, he was born one. It was his destiny. And while he had known this most of his life, the thought was still odd. Him, a hero!
But he was born a hero, and Harry Potter would die a hero.