Made to Burn, Not to Shine.

They asked for miracles.The wizarding world longed for a savior—a boy pure of heart, brave as the old songs,a Merlin reborn, forged in golden light,come to save them from the dark.Dumbledore prayed for a child who’d do the right thing,even when it broke him."One death is better than a thousand,"they whispered,as Voldemort hunted through madness,cutting down anyone who stood tall.But Harry...Harry was never their miracle.He was a ghost wearing a boy’s name,a soul that should have died warm in his mother’s arms—not survived,to crawl through the ash and cruelty of this world.

This is my second fanfiction, and after seeing the stats, I decided that I would publish a new chapter every Wednesday or Thursday.I hope you like this fanfiction. And that it will receive lots of comments and kudos like my first fanfiction Cross your fingers