I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I'm Alive (смешанная)

Sometimes, Harry thinks he’s destined to die young.
The thought is terribly morbid and devastating for such a young child. He yearns for peace, for escape from the pain inflicted by the Dursleys. Their expectations are a heavy weight on his shoulders, leaving him with secrets that kill and eyes heavy with an ever present shadow of death.
The wizarding world had cemented this idea. Hagrid revealing his ‘status’ had filled him with a bitter sense of resignation. It seemed that escaping the expectations of others was too much to ask for. Whether it be saving the wizarding world or slaving away for his relatives, there was no escape.
He wants to be saved, that's all he wants.
Harry closed his eyes, and allowed himself to drown in the overflow.
This was originally written under Ejack23, but I decided to come back lol