Things I try my best to forget.

(fanfic)

Voldemort speaking in front of everyone in so called “empathy” and whispering in my ear that she is talking about me and smiling.

Lucius telling me indirectly she likes Lockhart because he is successful and she is pursuing him and smiling.

The rape and sexual assaults.

My father staring at my chest with a disgusting smile on his face.

My father looking at me with anger in his eyes countless times.

My parents smiling when I finally break and shout after they tortured me.

Dumbledore smiling when I asked him if there are cameras in my house cause he was desperately trying to be right.

Voldemort calling me disgusting gay and smiling.

The domestic abuse.

Everyone I know calling me gay for years.

Everyone I know blaming me for liking them for years.

The countless mental assaults.

My parents and the world wanting me dead.

Harry asks God, “All this because I’m different?”

God answers, “All this because you have the capability to overcome it and make a difference by being different.”

THE END.