Prophecy

Voldemort is gone.

Why don't I feel better? Why am I empty now?

Am I nothing more then a prophecy? Dumbledore said that we do what we must. So I prepared myself. I taught myself to be a killer. I dragged my friends into this too. They helped me right up until the end. I couldn't let them be there to see me for the monster I am now.

Am I a monster?

Or was I just the monster's executioner?

If I am a monster, was I always one? I must have been, darkness like this can't be taught, it's just there. Isn't it? Maybe that's why Voldemort marked me and not Neville. He saw himself in me like Dumbledore said. Even at the very beginning, Voldemort saw me as a threat because of the monster that lurked there, under the surface, the darkness.

My scar marked me as his equal. He chose me without knowing. Everyone toasted my name; Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived. Beyond defeating Voldemort when I was a baby no one cared what happened to me. No one cared that I would trade everything I own to be with my parents again, for them to have been the ones to raise me.

As soon as I came to the wizarding world I found out I was famous for something that I could remember only as a green flash and nothing more, until my third year at Hogwarts. That was when I met the dementors of Azkaban. The dementors pulled memories to the surface of my brain that I never realized I had. Even though those memories where of my parents last frantic, panic-filled last moments of life, it was the only time I'd ever heard my parents' voices.

Even in his great fear, my father had protected my mother and me. He was a true Gryffindor, brave and loyal. He took on Voldemort by himself to give his wife and son time to escape.

She was a Gryffindor too. She'd protected, me her beloved son, and was killed minutes after he husband. Then Voldemort had turned his wand on me. He 'marked me as his equal' without knowing it, Voldemort fulfilled part of the prophecy.

Now I've fulfilled the second part. He is gone.

Voldemort is gone.

I feel empty because my life has been filled with the knowledge that I was the one who had defeated Voldemort the first time. Even at the very beginning, I think I knew that I would be the one to kill him.

Then two years ago, I find out that it's my destiny to kill or be killed. Kill or be killed; makes me less guilty some how, like it was a matter of my own survival. It was actually, but I made it so. I initiated it. I went to him. I had nothing to loose. And everything to fight for, for the good of the world, Voldemort had to be defeated. That was what I was for, to fulfil the prophecy.

If all I ever was is a prophecy boy, now that that prophecy is completed what am I?

If all I ever was is prophecy then am I nothing now?