Harry wanted to throw a tantrum. He wanted to stomp his feet and despair over the unfairness of the world. He wanted everything to stop. Why was he Harry Potter? Why was he some sort of saviour with a piece of a Dark Lord swimming around in his head? Why did he have to bear all of these burdens? Why did it have to be him? Some sort of chosen one. He didn't want to be chosen. He didn't want to be anything more than James" and Regulus" son. He didn't need anything other than that. 