"You don't see me.
You see the symbol of a hero, which is some thing I can never be.
You don't see a person.
You see an object to be manipulated and used.
You don't see an abused, terrified, malnourished little boy.
You see only what you want to see…
I'm not a hero, I never wanted to be.
I've only ever wanted to be Harry. Just Harry.
A normal boy, not a freak.
I'm supposed to be a saviour, for some thing I don't remember doing.
You denied me my childhood simply so I could be "trained" to be obedient.
You allowed me to be beaten, whipped, starved, and treated worse than a house-elf, all for your "greater good".
Well I've had enough.
Now I'm in control, but this is the only way I know I can keep it away from you.
No one will miss me though.
At least not me as a person.
Yes, you will cry for your saviour.
No, I will not pity you.
You brought this on yourself.
What kind of person turns a blind eye to the obvious signs of abuse I show?
I don't want to live in a society that treats their children like this.
The centaurs have got it right though.
They protect, love, and care for their young.
Why couldn't you do the same for me?
All I ever wanted was for some one to love me.
I would have done anything you asked.
All you had to do was save me.
Why didn't you save me?
Why?"
Tears dripped from the usually emotionless face of one Severus Snape, as he cradled the lifeless body of the-boy-who-lived. The boy had slit his wrists in an attempt to take control from Dumbledore. I'm so sorry Lilly. I failed you. In his mind, the only thing he could think was the last two lines the boy had wrote, accusing him. I promised her I would look out for him, I should have checked on him.
Why didn't you save me?
Why?