It's all hazy now. I don't remember much. And that's good right? I don't know. I never know. I look at the world around me and don't know what I'm seeing. I did it. I did what they expected me to. But I don't know how I did it. I feel... detached from it all. Like I'm in someone else's body. Everyone wanted to know how. I hear the same questions every corner I turn.

"Mr. Potter how did you do it? How did you defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" It's always the same question. It never changes. All they care about is the fact that the dark lord is gone. They don't care that with him, the savior disappeared as well.

I feel... detached from it all. I look out at the world with dead green eyes and no one notices. Not Mr. Manipulative, but then again he never cared. Not my so called best friends, but then again the so called should say it all. Not Mr. Spy-for-the-Light, but then again I am the bane of his existence.

How I long to hear another question, but I never will. I know that now. I feel... detached from it all. I brought about the dark lords fall, and yet no one noticed that along with his fall their savior lost it all. I feel... detached from it all.

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