I'm Just A Kid

I woke up it was 7

Waited till 11

Harry Potter stared up at the curtains of his four-poster bed, thinking. He had been lying there since he had wakened, with still no movement to attempt to get up. He made a face, and turned towards the wall, reflexively curling up in a ball. It was hard to be The Boy Who Lived, even in times where the wizarding world didn't need you. Hell, your friends didn't even need you!

Just to figure our that no one would call

I think I got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them

What's another night all alone?

Ever since Hermione and Ron had gotten together, Harry was left behind as the third wheel. The last time the two of them weren't seen together was, well, it was hard to remember. It seemed like Sirius was the only one who cared, even when Harry was a wreck.

Harry opened his eyes and sighed, staring at the wizard pictures on the wall. The one next to his head was he, Hermione, and Ron, smiling. Harry was grinning wider than he ever had before. Of course, that was before Hermione and Ron had that huge snogging session right in front of the whole Transfiguration class... Harry supposed it was the only time that Hermione didn't pay attention in a class.

When your spending everyday on your own

And here it goes

Harry closed his eyes, turning away from the picture. Ever since, The Boy Who Lived could be seen walking in the halls alone, holding his books in his arms, not smiling at all. A dead look had begun to take over Harry's eyes, and his previous bright and attentive green iris where now dull, and boring. But hey, who ever said life would be this bad?

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair

Nightmares. All of them, all of the time. Harry hadn't even gone out to play Quidditch for the past few weeks; they were so bad, yet... Harry sighed, thinking about the equation that he had just written: Life = Nightmare. Yes. Those were the kinds of nightmares he had. The real kind. The kind that you live. Yes. Why did life have to be so unfair?

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

Having more fun than me tonight.

Hell yes, no one cared. Hermione and Ron were off in a dreamland somewhere, which Harry liked to call la-la land. Had this been a different situation, Harry might have turned to Fred and/or George, but they were gone. And the world... well, no shit Sherlock! Here he was, lying in bed, pretending to be sick, thinking to himself! Harry glanced at his watch, and groaned. It was 7 PM, already. He closed his eyes and he fell into a dreamland of sleep, surrendering to his nightmares of life.

And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed

Staring at these 4 walls again

Harry sighed once more as he stared at the box surrounding him. Ron, once again, had wakened him up while attempting to get out of their common room. It had been a habit for Ron and Hermione, to go at midnight to the Astronomy Tower. Harry glanced at his watch. It was only 11:30! He cocked his head as he moved his curtains away to peek out. His eyes caught Ron slowly walking out the door of their dorm. Bringing the curtains back, Harry threw his head onto his pillow, praying to the sleep gods to allow him to fall asleep. They did not grant his request, and left him alone to ponder.

I'll try to think about the last time, I had good time

Everyone's got somewhere to go

Harry's thoughts plunged into the past, where everything was all right. Well, that hadn't been since last year. The last time he had really smiled, and not been stuck with a bunch of heartsick puppies. Well, at the Burrow, at the end of last summer. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had went to the beach, and romped in the sun until dusk. Then, at night, Harry saw Sirius for the first time in a while. That had been the last time he had smiled.

Plus, that was the last time where Harry had really felt he belonged. That he had somewhere to go. Actually, that was the first time in a long time. The first time he had felt truly loved.

And they're gonna leave me here on my own

And here it goes

Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger. How dare Ron and Hermione. How dare they turn on him, casting him away just like a piece of unwanted furniture. Harry's hand turned up into a tight ball, clenching, searching for a face to pound. Harry's blood ran through his veins, coursing through his body like a flash of lightning. Suddenly, he broke down.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair

Sobbing quietly, he unclenched his fist, sitting up. He drew his knees up to his face so he could cry into them. It was too much. All of it. No one to look up to, no one to see and think, 'Hey, I wanna be just like them when I'm older!'. No father, no mother, just people that stand in his way to be who he really is.

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

Having more fun than me tonight.

No one cared. Nobody cared. Not at all. Harry began to wipe tears from his eyes. Suddenly, a thought came up to him. Maybe it wasn't the world. Maybe it was him. Suddenly, a river of tears began to flow out of his eyes once more. Perhaps The Boy Who Lived had a problem with himself.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Don't fit in with anybody

How did this happen to me?

How did this happen to him? One day, a big superstar in the wizarding world, the next, and outcast with his own friends.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Harry whispered for the first time. "Ron and Hermione are happy: why can't I be?" Suddenly, he stretched out, trying to get those thoughts out of his head. I am fine. He tried to convince himself. There's nothing wrong with me.

Wide-awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep

Cause every night is the worst night ever

A few hours later, Harry sighed, letting his breath go out. Ron had just came back in, and Harry had to pretend that he was asleep so Ron wouldn't think he knew about his best friends' nighttime trips. Harry breathed in, thinking of what to do. He had already tried counting sheep (that just made him feel dizzy), meditating (got him hyper), and just reading (he couldn't stop).

Suddenly, he stiffened. Thinking for a moment, he retrieved his parent's photos, looking at them. Flipping through the pages, he stopped at a page where James was in a Muggle black and white photo. However, James was only 15. Harry and James looked identical, with only their eyes showing a difference. Harry ripped the photo off of its page, and looked on the other side. Hagrid had told Harry that there was one photo that might help him get over his depression when Harry told him about it. Harry looked at the back, searching for any inscription. Suddenly, there it was. In James' neat handwriting, there was one sentence.

I'm just a kid.

Harry looked at the sentence, and slowly, a real smile appeared on his face. I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid. The sentence went swirling around his brain.

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

I'm just a kid

That was the answer. The answer to all of his problems. This was all normal. Everything. Every emotion, every change, everything!! Suddenly, Harry began to cry again. Not because of sadness, but because of the joy of the news. Harry fell asleep, crying.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair

The next morning, Harry walked out of bed, grabbed his glasses, and ran to the Great Hall. He hadn't stopped to put on clothes, for he had slept in them. As a matter of fact, Harry wasn't sure the last time he had changed his robes. But who gave a fuck? They didn't care. Hell, Harry didn't care!

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

Nobody wants to be alone in the world

Everyone's eyes lit up as they saw The Boy Who Lived walk through the doors to the Great Hall for the first time in two weeks. Malfoy stood up, grinning evilly. Harry threw a smirk in his direction, before sliding down in a seat near the end of the Gryffindor table. Soon, however, he was surrounded by 4^th, 5^th, and 6^th years from Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, all beating him on the back and hollering, 'Good to be back, Harry!' 'Nice to see ya back, mate!' and 'Quidditch next week! You up for it, Potter?' Harry couldn't help but smile and laugh out loud.

Malfoy began to push his way through the crowd, yelling and hexing everyone in his site. Harry raised his eyebrows as he saw his arch-nemesis making his way through the crowd.

"Come to pay me a compliment, Malfoy? I'm touched." He sneered.

I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare

I'm just a kid; I know that it's not fair

Malfoy scowled at Harry. "I see you're back from the dead, Potter. I see You-Know-Who didn't let you wash your robes. They're stunning." He said, scowling.

Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Hey, I'm just a kid. Not really my fault!" He smiled, and returned to Justin Flinch-Flinchy, enraptured by the conversation about what had happened at the last Quidditch game.

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

Nobody wants to be alone in the world

The look on Malfoy's face was good enough for Harry to always come down and say that one sentence. Harry couldn't help but return to Justin, smiling widely. Settling down in his seat, he took a quick glance at Hermione and Ron. They had stopped snogging for a moment, just to glance at Harry. Harry looked back a Justin. Well, he might be alone in the world, but there were a hell lot of people who did like him for who he was.

Harry looked up at the main table, catching Dumbledore's eye. He winked, and Harry grinned. It was good to be back.

Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is

having more fun than me, tonight

Thanks, Dad. I owe ya one. Harry thought, secretly smiling to himself as he helped himself to some pudding while listening to Justin. He hadn't felt this good in months. I'm just a kid.