Not The Same

Harry was tired.Tired of being ordered around like some kind of house-elf by his so-called family.Tired of being told what to think, what to feel, and what to believe.Tired of people deciding for him what was right and what was wrong.Tired of his so-called friends ignoring his letters, leaving him isolated and uncertain.The endless cycle of neglect, manipulation, and silence weighed on him like a storm cloud that never broke. He was tired of being powerless.But no more.If anything was going to change, Harry knew he had to make it happen himself. Waiting for someone else to swoop in and save him was no longer an option. He’d learned that much after four years of surviving basilisks, dark wizards, and tournaments designed to kill him.And it started here. With the Dursleys.