Chapter 1
Harry, a boy who's life laid out for him, without choice, without any say. Ever since that night, that night that will haunt his life forever, he has seen things people never wish to see, heard things people don't want to hear, experience things that no one has experienced. Yet he was not heard, his please of help his please for someone, anyone to help and and get him out of the void that keeps him there, chained up, starved, lonely. Yet never heard.
People only see what they wanna see so that's what he does, he shows them a persona that people expects of him, a persona that he has worked on years after years spent at the Dursleys, a persona that no one bothers to unravel. Because of the expectations of him, he can never show then his true self. Even if he does, they will never understand.
The pain, the loneliness the hurt, everything. They will never understand what he has gone through. They never try. The people whom he thought were friends turns out to be a foe, and amongst others. The second they see something different, strange, they judge, they murmur, they spread lies and stick to that lie to make it out as something, as something so that they can use it, reference it, dictate his life. They make up their own assumptions without knowing the truth, that is how his life goes.
For he is only a tool in the Wizarding kinds eyes, a beacon for them to present as, then if their needs are fulfilled they rose him out, just like any other person they look up to. Like a doll being thrown out, they never see the damage they have done, they simply ignore it.
People have always told him to 'suck it up Potter?' and 'Be a man!'. Does he really have to? Does he have to do any of these? For whom is he doing this? For the people? For their needs? For their expectations of him? Infact he never wanted any of these. They celebrate the day he survived that awful night, the night he defeated a grown powerful wizard, and they never see the logic, the logic side of which no child can defeat a fully grown wizards, especially a 15 month old babe.
They forget the sacrifices his parents have made just for him, they forget. Or simply they don't want to acknowledge that fact. People don't know the side from which he is vulnerable, a mere child who has the weight of the words on his shoulders.
He is alone...
Utterly, alone.
TO BE CONTINUED