King

King

4 /6 /03

I'm here to dethrone you, Harry Potter.

Don't look at me like I'm insane, because I've never been the court jester, like so many you've shared a bed with. Don't think I can't see you thinking 'fool' from beneath those black, black lashes, only for some eloquence to seep from your lips. I don't even need glasses to see clearly, Potter, though it seems you do.

I've watched for so many years, ever since that first one when you took up the throne and took hold of everyone's admiration as your power. You sit up there, so straight and so high that I can only see you from below and wonder at the perspective, wonder if you were ever really so tall or so magnificent.

But now I've come to pull you down. Do you feel that tickling feeling at your toes, Potter? That's me with my fingers drawing over your boots, ever so slowly pulling and pinching until I've swept you off the pillars of your feet. There will be a day when that happens, no matter how hard or how sweetly you try to laugh. There will be a day when you are normal, when I can see you the way you're meant to be seen. You'll be one of us, Harry- do you remember what it's like? Not since you came here, escaped exile in the muggle world and came among your people to be welcomed as king. King of the wizarding world, ruler of all you can see and all that is invisible to the eye as well. Fickle things such as love and hope and magic; you play your little strategies, manipulating us like toy soldiers, and so you own us as well.

I was never owned, but I still sit here at your feet. I will never kiss your soiled boots as the rest do, but I still sit here and look up at you, waiting for the day you loose your balance and become one of us again.

You were one of us at some point, weren't you? In that time before you got that scar, that lightning bolt you wear as a crown to make everyone linger as you parade by. Not everyone can wear the crown, but everyone covets it and I hope you see their eyes as you pass. I would be a fool not to.

Stop that reluctance before it buries itself too deeply. The peasant's life is not as bad as it seems, Potter. We make our peaceful way looking up to kings like you, kings who must fall to mutiny. Nothing much, but its life, isn't it? Nothing like royalty, I suppose, nothing to change your noble mind.

But be ready; it's coming to you. Your scowl knows its way down to me by now, don't frown like that. Be ready to fall, because I will be the first hand at your back, the first hand wielding the first dagger sunken into your flesh.

Be silent, my king, my liege. This shan't hurt at all. For as you fall, I will find my way down the winding path to catch you. When you've collapsed within my waiting arms, I will soothe back your hair and whisper pleasantries into your silent ears. When you wake, I can forgive you.

But only then, Potter. I will love you the way you've always wanted when you've come down to where I can finally embrace that innocent flesh. I could never reach you, standing so far above me. I could never kiss you with your lips so far from mine. So come now, come down here, and then I can speak your name without worry of offense.

Harry. Only Harry.

Come down and then that is how it shall stay.