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Harry could feel them.
The cages that were upon him.
The threads that kept him in line, that made him behave and think as they wanted.
Harry knew he didn't have any choice.
Harry knew that he had only one purpose in his life.
Harry knew that he had no other option.
He had to fight Voldemort.
And he couldn't escape his destiny.
The Prophecy was everything Harry expected it was.
He waited for the big reveal, and he got that.
He was supposed to die by Voldemort's hands, and kill him at the same time.
Harry hoped that, after that moment, he could be free from Fates' threads.
He knew his life wasn't really his own.