Title: Come What May
Rating: Pg-13 to R
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all other recognizable characters are the property of J.K.Rowling and copywrited to various corporations and publications that are too numerous to name and difficult to spell. No infringement is intended.
Summary: All Harry wants is to be normal, but what you want isn't always what you need. And sometimes, it takes an extreme act to get either.
It wasn't like it happened every day. In fact, it wasn't even that it happened very often. At least, not as often as it could.
That was Harry's excuse. It wasn't as bad as it could be; therefore it had to be all right. Forgetting the fact that he could barely stand, let alone walk. And the fact that every evening, it became a little bit harder to catch his breath after climbing the stairs. And later the fact that it was easier to fit into the little space that was his cupboard. But, it still wasn't as bad as it could have been.
It wasn't as if he were completely ignored, or killed. And there were plenty of people in the world that would kill for his meager portions of food. He had food. And he had a roof over his head. And he was a murderer, and therefore all of this was justified.
At least, that's what he tried to tell himself. What his Uncle wanted him to believe.
None the less, there was this tiny piece of him in the back of his mind that whispered that his Uncle was wrong, that he didn't deserve this. Harry was too tired to listen to it any more, to try and placate it. Lately, it seemed to be becoming more desperate. It pleaded with him not to give up. If Harry were thinking, he would wonder about a voice in his head pleading with him, but Harry was not thinking, and he wasn't what most would consider normal anyway.
Harry Potter was a wizard. The Boy-Who-Lived, Golden Boy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Savior of the Wizarding World.
Harry Potter was also an abused child, a neglected orphan, a freak, a punching bag, a murderer, and a good fuck.
At least, that's what his uncle told him.
Harry Potter was a spoiled child, a rotten brat that never had to work a day in his life, and had everything that he had ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter.
If you had asked Professor Snape, that is.
Harry Potter was the bane of existence, the embodiment of plans gone wrong and the tenacity that comes with life. He was the accumulation of all the pain and failures of one man.
If you asked Lord Voldemort.
So in the end, Harry Potter was Harry Potter. Not Harry, or any other deviation of the word. And in all cases, Harry Potter was not normal.
But that didn't stop him from hoping.