el meu Harry Potter

When you think about it, I have a lot in common with Harry Potter.

My father was as cruel as Voldemart and raised me like Vernon raised Harry. He treated me like I was the scum on his shoe.

Instead of a scar on my forehead, I have my homosexuality, which I still wrestle with emotionally and still sometimes feel is a demon haunting me. I know I was born this way, but it still doesn't mean I am always okay with how I was born.

I yearn for a father figure. Unlike Harry, who had traces of a father from Sirius to Arthur Weasley to Dumbledore himself, I never had these traces. Is what little Harry was given better than the nothing I was given?

I'm constantly alone, having to rely on myself to make it through the Dementors. I just don't have a stag protecter I can summon with my happy thoughts.

Most of my teachers treated me like Dumebledore and McGoungall (spelling?) treat Harry. They expected a lot from me, and most of the time I delivered.

I was raised by Muggles, parents who hated Spanish and forbade me to do anything to enrich my learning of this language. Now that I live in Spain, aka Hogwarts, I am constantly reminded that I am a Mudblood, as much as I want to fit in and be Spanish.

Perhaps these were the books I needed at this time in life. I'm sure there are more similiarities, but my sleep-deprived brain can't think of them right now.