I've always hated being 'The Boy Who Lived', for numerous reasons. It was slightly alright, but after the war? I'd prefer a Dementor to kiss me. I came back to Hogwarts for my last year, and students were acting like I was a God. Not that they didn't before, but this was worse. After you turn seventeen, your soulmates last name would appear on your body, like a tattoo. Problem? You would never know when it would. It could just randomly appear one day. So as you can guess, students of Hogwarts would follow me everywhere, in hope the name of my soulmate would come, and that it would be them. ( I do not own Harry Potter, not any part of it. It belongs to J.K. Rowling.) { Warnings- this is about people being gay, if this upsets you, please do not read. It also will have mentions of abuse, and mental disorders. Again, if this upsets you, do not read.} * Also- yes, the cover was made from Gacha Life. Don't judge.*