I could never fight. I could never show people the true fighter inside of me. I’ll always be the idiot who can’t do anything. If there was a battle, I would be the first to die. Even though Harry and everyone else tried to help me in Dumbledore’s Army, I still feel like everything that has happened since then makes those days seem like they don’t matter anymore. Ever since then, life has got harder and it seems like, despite how well I was doing, it has all be sucked out of me now; that I couldn’t do any of it, no matter how hard I try.