The horcruxes

(Fanfic)

Harry never felt like he owned an explanation to anyone. But it looks like people are bound to misunderstand him if he is mute.

Honestly, Harry never asked anyone to speak to me in a “special way”. He is very much capable of going on with day to day life conversations without being spoken to in a special way. But to his dismay, this special way started even before he realized it.

Harry happened to cross path with Voldemort in his childhood, who twisted the special way into horcruxes. He planted these horcruxes all around the world, when all Harry wanted was to forget his childhood and start a new life. But Harry came across these horcruxes throughout his life, no matter how much he tried to escape them. Anyone could manipulate Harry with it.

Until recently, Harry realised the true intent of some out there, which looked like a horcrux, but was actually a blessing in disguise. But the death eaters and dementors took advantage of it. Harry faded away.

Harry realised there was a horcrux planted inside him by voldemort when he tried to kill him. He didn’t realise it was there until recently when everything started making sense. Harry was never afraid to say anything to anyone. Harry never needed a horcrux to begin with. But since it was planted in him by Voldemort Harry was helpless in the way the world saw him.

Harry just wanted to be with Ginny. Harry never wanted or asked for the fame the wizarding world gave him. Harry never felt the need to explain himself. Harry just wanted a private life and work for the ministry and be happy with Ginny.

But the hard truth? In my version of Harry Potter, Ginny left him. Now Harry has no choice but to accept what his life has become. Wizards are bound to misunderstand Harry forever. Wizards are bound to recognise him everywhere he goes. Wizards are bound to use those horcruxes.