Just a one-shot that I was in the mood to write. Hope you like it! Please review!

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Harry Potter threw his books to the ground and tipped the table over for good measure. Forty eyes focused on him, but the anger fueling him didn't care who saw or what they thought.

"I can't do this!" he yelled, fury in his eyes. "I can't fucking do this anymore!" In front of the entire Gryffindor Common Room, he threw his chair against the wall and stormed out.

"What the hell was that, Harry?" Ron asked, running after him with Hermione. Harry walked faster. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Harry stopped abruptly and turned to face his friend. "What's wrong? The whole world thinks I'm some powerful wizard and that I'm going to defeat Voldemort, and I can't do this anymore!"

"Do what?"

"I can't be the 'Golden Boy' anymore! The Boy-Who-Lived! I'm the Boy-Who-Lost-His-Parents-and-His-Godfather-Because-of-a-Fucking-Lunatic! Why don't they ever call me that? Oh, that's right, that doesn't sell papers. I have to be the lunatic for that to work!"

"Harry—," Ron tried to appease his friend.

"NO! No one seems to understand I'm just human! Just flesh and blood like everyone else!"

"Harry—," Hermione started.

"No, no, NO! Look, I don't want to hear it, okay? I need to get away—bad." He stalked off, and Ron and Hermione made a move to follow. "By myself!" he yelled, still walking.

"Hello Harry," Luna appeared out of nowhere. Harry grunted, hoping she'd go away, but instead she turned and kept pace with him. "How are you doing?"

"Fine. I just want to be alone, okay?" As soon as he said it Harry regretted it—it sounded too mean.

"Everyone feels the need to be alone at times," Luna nodded. Harry smiled; at least she got it. But she didn't leave. "However, many times they actually need company."

"This isn't one of those times!"

"It's not your fault, Harry," Luna whispered softly. Harry stopped abruptly and looked at her.

"What?"

"Your parent, or Sirius."

"I don't know what—," Harry started, trying to deny it.

"Harry, you forget, I lost someone as well. I know." Harry was silent for a moment, looking at her in surprise. She was right, she did know.

"I just—I just feel so helpless sometimes. And everyone expects so much of me!"

"Why?" she asked.

"What do you mean, why? They think I'm going to kill Voldemort!"

"Why?" Luna repeated. Harry was silent. "They think you can. They wouldn't expect you to if they didn't have faith you could."

"They shouldn't though! They shouldn't—,"

"Dumbledore wouldn't trust just anyone." Harry nodded slowly. "Plus, the Snorkellborkers would have gone into hiding if Voldemort was going to win." Harry smiled—Luna always made him feel better.

"And you can always trust a Snorkellburger," Harry grinned.

"It's Snorkellborker, silly," Luna rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

"I—uh—I know that. I was just testing you," Harry ad-libbed.

"You certainly are testing me," Luna smiled. Harry held her hand as they walked down the corridor. Just teenagers again. Not wizards or witches or murderers-to-be. Just kids.

"Just" human.