Le Monstre Nuit

Prologue

'He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.'

June 12, 1995

Numb.

There’s no other word to describe how I feel.

All this weight on my shoulders, all of this pressure to be the “golden” boy, the savior.

Can’t they see that I’m so close to breaking? Can’t they see that I just want to be Harry?

…

Who are they to demand this of me?

Well, one thing’s for sure. I won’t take it anymore.

All I ever wanted was to be normal, to have a family who loved me, friends who cared.

I know that Dumbledore will never train me for the role I’ve been cursed with. That would make me too powerful for him to control. He wants to keep me as his pawn, his little martyr.

My eyes have now been opened. I see these people for who they really are. I’ll not bend to their wants any longer.

My time has come. It’s time for me to show them who I really am. Too bad they’re not prepared.