The Great War

Pain.

That was the only thing that was familiar to Harry. The pain of loosing his family, the pain of being alone most of his life and the pain his relatives were always so hell bent on causing him. After Harry is almost killed by his uncle he realizes there's a lot more, other than pain, in the world.

And he'll soon realize he is no ordinary wizard. Oh no, Harry is so much more than that.

"My knuckles were bruised like violets
Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked
Spineless in my tomb of silence
Tore your banners down, took the battle underground
And maybe it was ego swinging
Maybe it was her
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur
All that bloodshed, crimson clover
Uh-huh, sweet dream was over
My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War
Always remember
Uh-huh, tears on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War"

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