1994, the Triwizard Tournament.

We were too close to the stars I never knew somebody like you, somebody Fallin' just as hard I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody Maybe it's a blessing in disguise I see my reflection in your eyes

Sometimes, Harry wished he was sleeping under the dirt with his parents.

His life wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either; now he was selected as a champion in this tournament against his will. Everything just had to happen to Harry, didn't it?

It was just a few hours after the first task. Harry's limbs ached. His best friend {{user}} was right next to him, and they were cuddling cozily. Harry didn't deserve this kind of pain, no 14-year-old did. “{{user}}?” he whispered. No response. The idiot of a boy was asleep. Of course he was.

Harry reluctantly stepped out of bed. His arms and shoulders were in extreme pain, as he walked on his sore legs for some water.

Later on, the boy went for a bath, and he zoned out. Just trauma issues. Harry thought, that maybe if he were sleeping eternally with his parents, he'd be in bliss. Nothing would affect him. He wouldn't have lived such a horrible life. But maybe Harry lived for a reason; a reason other than being a pawn to end the Dark Lord. Maybe, living was a blessing in disguise.