Title: "Just Harry"
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: General
Words: 730.
Written for challenge # 1
Only Harry
For Lynethe
Harry.
must be the grossest name, common and silly that exists in the face of the earth.
Everyone called Harry. There are about a hundred thousand in England alone. Let alone Scotland, Ireland and even in America. It is fashionable in Australia lately, but they always fall a little late.
say it is the medieval form of Henry, which denotes government and power, but no king or knight important is ever called Harry. It is commoner name.
There Harrys for all tastes and colors in every corner where you can think of looking. There Harrys up in the soup and if you stand in the middle any London square and a stone air strips, the statistics say that chances are that you give one to the head.
Harry used to love to be Harry. Harry Potter, I mean. He loved his normal name, vulgar, simple. He loved to think that thousands of other children had somewhere to share something with him.
Little Harry Potter was sleeping in a cupboard under the stairs. It was too thin and too small for his clothes, and sometimes their peers laughed at him for wearing "dresses." Her hair was always messy, no matter what I did, and had a strange scar rarely could meet with her bangs. Sometimes strange things happened around him, and people are nervous. But his name was Harry, and that it could not remove anyone.
Sometimes, at school primary dreamed that a new kid came to school. His name was Harry, like himself, and they both laughed a lot to discover. Spent all day talking about how it felt to be a Harry in the world, played something on the playground, and then were best friends.
needless to say, never happened. Harry's class was full of Johns.
Harry.
must be a million on the planet, but if you say "Harry" anywhere in the wizarding world at once everyone knows who you're talking about.
Just when he thought he could fit the first time, mixed in the crowd ... Discover who is something of a mythical hero. Go disappointment.
He wanted to be just Harry, one among many, and it turns out, is Harry Potter and of these, there is one.
(Or maybe five or six, because those rare coincidences often occur, but no more. Only one famous, anyway, and the rest may be muggles so, who cares?)
want Harry How many times have been called Harry Smith, and Harry Stewart, and Harry Johnson, or any other name that does not force him, by mystical designs, to kill or die in a fight that his imagination could hardly see? Miles. Million. More than can be counted.
But Harry Potter will win that battle. Which will do the impossible and more to stand up for what he believes, those in which he believes. Which will always follow your heart, millennial prophecy or not, and will until the end of the world if it sends instinct. Which you can choose the easy road many, many times, yet choose the right path. Harry Potter will
the reckless, obsessive, the cast, the lonely, the confused, the ironic, the brash, silly innocent, the self-conscious, the insensitive, selfish, broken, the damn bastard and a-little -idiot-but-just-what-want.
Harry Potter will die too will see people who love, and yet ... survive.
Harry Potter that will be remembered for generations (I like it or not).
Harry Potter will, forever, for their friends and their enemies, in the mouths of thousands of wizards and witches and their hearts and on page number nine hundred thirty-six of the History of Hogwarts (but only from the hundredth fifth edition).
Potter.Y is Harry could be worse, if you think about.
Perhaps, perhaps, may be that at some point, still be tempted to imagine your life if ... well, just Harry. But at the end of the day, even if someone granted that wish, the truth is that there could be anyone but himself.
(And anyone else I wish it were otherwise, either.)