I’ll never forget the day he told me he was tired of being a Gryffindor. I remember it like it was yesterday, although it was almost two years ago. The very first day of last year, after the sorting and the feast, he walked up to me. I noticed right away that something was different about him. He looked almost sick. His raven mess of hair was just that, a mess, worse then usual and his eyes were baggy. In fact he looked as if he could barely find the strength to stand. The only thing that wasn’t different about him was his eyes, those luminescent jade eyes, which I had grown to hate so much ov