Looking at the others, the "Chosen One" sighed. "Look, I did not tell you this to make myself look important. I hate all that fame and the articles and being hailed one minute and condemned the next. But I think you should all know where I stand. Lord Voldemort made his choice. Now I am making mine. I am not going to be anyone's "Saviour'. Wizarding Britain can go fuck itself, for all I care. Nobody should pin all their hopes on a fifteen-year-old. That's wrong!"