I sat at the beautiful home where my first, and as far as I am concerned the only family built for me. I watched her prepare dinner, and I watched him reassure his town that Hallowen would go as perfect as it could. I smiled inwardly. The blisfullness of how amazing it was here. How? Why would I need to go somewhere else? This was home. This was where my heart and my soul lived.

"Harry, are you listening?"

"Barley," I muttered as Sally kissed me on the head.

"I was giving you the ingredients to the spell you asked for..." She said kindly.

"Son?"

"Yes, dad?" I looked up and like a flash, everyone was gone and there he stood in front of his face staring emotionless only his eyes stared with concern.

"You don't seem like yourself son."

"I'm fine," I said and stood. "Thanks for the list mom." She gave me as, always a soft caring smile and allowed me to go on my own until dinner was ready. I ran upstairs and grabbed my bag and the book I'd need for my homework. I went back downstairs and I heard them talking.

"What if he choses to go Sally?!" He asked heatedly. "I just can't believe you never told me."

"Because Jack I knew this is who you'd be." She sighed and put whatever it was. "You're not the king when it comes to him. You're his father. And we don't get to have a say when it comes to his life." She said. Then they paused and like a flash I left the home.

There she was again. Defending me about something that didn't even needed to be decided. I was staying there, and they couldn't persue me with the hero stuff. I don't care about it. I don't care in the slightest. For a school, I had no feelng for. For people, I'd never know and never wanted to know. I had everything I wanted and I was really tired of someone trying to tell me who I was.

I was just Harry James Skellington. Harry Potter was dead and I was more than happy for him to be dead. More than happy to allow something so painful in name and memories to go. I sigheed and went deep into the forrest.

"Hiya Harry!" Blithe said walking up on me. She stopped and looked at me.

"What?" I asked hoarsley.

"You're crying." She knelt down and pulled a black lace hankerchief from her pocket. "You shouldn't be here crying." She said. "It's so happy."

"Is it?" I asked, "everyone seems to think I don't belong here."

"What do you mean?" She asked gently like she was trying to calm the many black kittens that lingered around on the beautiful land.

"Do you think I'm a hero?" I blurted.

She looked at me with a coy smile. "What?"

"Do you think I'm a hero?" I asked again with a bit of huff and confusion

"Why do you need to be a hero Harry?"

"That's not the point," I said and ran my fingers through my hair. "I just want to know do you think I can be heroic?" I raised my voice. I was a bit themed and I wanted to make a serious voice. It seemed like I was figthing for something I so clearly didn't want. "Like the people in your book."

"They are heros Harry." She sighed and sat beside me. "And most heros die... Think of my grandparents. They were 'heros' in their own rights... Only ya know they are dead." She said. "Think of my mother... She's morbid. She's so strange and unusal that she gets a free pass to the neitherlands. Here." She said and pointed to the ground. She then intertwined their hands together. She leaned her head on my shoulder. "You don't belong up there... You belong down here with me."

I looked at her. Did she say with her? Did she mean she thought I belonged down here? Just so I could be safe?

"Hero's die Harry. You're not going back up there so in some messed up chance you could lose your whole family and end up somewhere else."

I nodded and smiled. Blithe had me all right. She finally got me. She understood everything about me. It was so nice to call her friend.

I lie in bed staring at the beauty of the glow in the dark designs that danced around above my head. I was more excited than I'd like to believe. I wanted something. All my life I wanted a choice in my life. I wanted to say Yes I want to live with the Dursleys (Which I would never say because I'm not bloody mad.) But something that I could deal with. Something I had a choice in. I heard the door creak open and she stood there in her shadow.

"Harry... My sweet boy." She said softly. "I don't know what you must be thiinking. I know that to be just a little over eleven you're petrified and you're not thinking of anything else aside from the fact that you're well you... But I want you to know you're extrodianry in my eyes... You're extrodinary. You're my hero Harry. I don't care about anyone else in this whole world. I don't care about what they are doing up there or what they're thinking... I was broken inside and you fixed me. You fixed our family and I am so proud. I wouldn't dare think that you couldn't do it, Harry. I just wish you didn't have to." She walked over to me and kissed me on my head and walked out of the door and shut the door behind her.

I closed my eyes and I thought to myself on how lucky I was and then I heard a tap on the window. I got up off of the bed and opened the window. I looked around and then looked at the very long snake with blue eyes and a nonposionus face. His scales were made of green and black. He looked at me. "What the-"

"Hello, Harry..." He hissed.

"H-Hello."

"It has come to our attention that you don't want to be with us... At Hogwarts." He hissed at me.

"I don't want to go... I'm so happy here I don't need to be there. They don't need me."

"But you do... You do need to be there... And they do need you."

"You that now, but that could be a lie."

"I don't lie about needs Harry." He said and looked at me right in my eyes boring his bright blue ones into me. I saw the face of Thomas Riddle laughing, the howl of a wolf, and the two faces of kids my age staring at each other arguing about a rat and a cat.

All of this and my head throbbed with temendos pain. and I tried to step away but I ended up toppling into the floor with the vision of a beautiful castle like place in the middle of nowhere burning to the ground. Sweet young faces going slack and trembling with death. I screamed and the snake released me from whatever painful grasp it had on me. "What was that?"

"It is your future, Harry. Should you not change it." He hissed and slid out of the door.

I scuffled up and threw myself into the window. Snakes were fast and agile and I... Well, I was a boy who had never come in contact with a snake other than the time one said thank you for busting me out. But then again snakes aren't supposed to talk.

I know things down here. I knew that the animals had more personality than the animals above ground. I knew my life was wondrous and splendid but still, I worked hard for it. Becaue deep down I wanted to be here. And I deserved to be here. All those nights of begging myself to be free. Praying there was a miricale and here I am in the middle of it only to be... returned. Only to fight a battle I wasn't meant for.

The door opened and the sliver of light that was once there was now wide and filled with the shadows of two very worried parents.

"Harry?"

I whirled around. "Mum, Dad, I-"

"Another nightmare?" Dad asked with a small smile ususally that was a joke. A small kinda funny thing, but that wasn't the case today. It was disturbing today. He saw my face. "Harry you look like you just seen a ghost. Are you sure you're alright?"

I shook my head. "I'm trying to be better for-"

"Sally I'll handle this."

Sally nodded and walked out. Jack didn't even hear me finish. He just scooped me in his arms and carried me back to bed. He held me close to his chest and then kissed my head.

"Son." He said "You are my son. You're my whole world and your mother's whole universe and there will never be a day where I won't think you're not brave, bold, brilliant, and loving. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I'd die if something happened to you. If you make your choice now you're going to make it out of fear." He pulled my face to him. "But let me tell you this." His eyes darkened and his face turned into the same king like face. The one that made me feel protected. "Whoever you fight... I will go to war with you. No matter what." He said and looked at me. He stood.

"Dad."

"Shush ." He said and then covered me up. "Rest well." He said and then left.

That was his choice. He chose to be my father he chose to be my hero. Now I had to make athe same choice for people I didn't even know. Could I still be as strong as my father? Could I make him proud. I looked down at my hands. and up at the many stars. I could only hope so.