Child of Darkness

Who am I?
That's a question I've been asking myself a lot lately. The truth is, I don't really know who I am. I know who I appear to be. Harry Potter, savior of the magical world, the boy who defeated Voldemort…..The Boy-who-lived.
Well it's a lie. I didn't defeat Voldemort, perhaps I slowed him down but now thanks to me he's back. But that's beside the point, what I'm trying to say is that no one, not Ron, Hermione or even Dumbledore know who I really am. All they see is what I let them see, the 13 year old boy who see's the world in black and white, I am good and Voldemort is bad. The boy with the amazingly green eyes, the hair that's always messy and the thick black glasses.
That's what they see, but it's not who I am. I am Harry Potter, Child of Darkness. Sounds crazy, I know, but if you would just look at the facts. I somehow defeated Voldemort when I was just a year old (which I might add has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that my mother died and gave me her protection, because many other mothers have died for there children and you don't see them defeating Dark Lords). Another thing is the Parselmouth ability that Voldemort supposedly gave to me. Yes, that's not much evidence, but let's also take into account what just happened to me today as I was weeding Aunt Petunias garden. I had just cut my finger on the thorn of one of her 'prize roses' when it healed up right before my eyes, blood and all. Needless to say I was absolutely astonished and my first reaction was to send an owl to Dumbledore.
As you may have guessed I never sent that owl. Instead I'm now sitting here in my bedroom on my springy little bed looking at myself in the hand mirror I had swiped from the bathroom.
I'm trembling violently as I watch my appearance change before my eyes. The changes are small but very very noticeable . I watched in helpless horror as the emerald color of my eyes slowly gave away to a bloody red and my pupils became mere slits….like a snakes. My canine teeth began itching and I watched as they to changed, becoming longer than normal and razor sharp. But perhaps the most terrifying change of all was when my scar, that bloody scar that has been the bane of my existence for three years, began glowing a brilliant gold color, and I swear to god, at that moment is could hear angels weeping for me. And as the golden light faded I could see that my scar had turned black….. No, not just black, I couldn't explain it if I tried, but it was as if it had no end, like a black hole that seemed to suck up all light and emotion. That scared me the most, I got the same feeling from my scar that I did whenever a Dementor was nearby.
I know this sounds crazy but you must believe me on this if you are to believe what comes next, because at that moment a dark shadow swept into my room and landed on my bed

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