It's all about him.
Here am I, sitting in darkness, licking my wounds while everybody is checking if he's all right. The battle was violent. And we almost loose him. But we didn't I didn't.
I still can't understand how the heck we managed to get out of there. The dark Lord may have died, but the other death eaters are out to get me. My mask fell. It made no difference though. My life's still at the edge. The bad guys want my head, the good ones as well.
I saw him cry. He was trembling in fear, yet, he faced the enemy with decision. No wonder why he's a Gryffindor, always showing off, always trying to prove himself. His lack of self confidence is more evident after each and every unnecessary exposition. He's only a kid for crying out loud, and he was in front of the most powerful wizard of the darkness in history, he was entitled to be scared. I would be scared, I was.
And now everyone is at his bed, murmuring how brave and powerful he was. Spoilt brat. Once again I saved your sorry ass and won't even get a thank you in response. I shall be grateful if at least those cronies around you quit staring at me like that. I have wounds you people!! WOUNDS! It's not as I saw you there saving the kid's life, risking yourselves. No, no way, you wouldn't , I'm the one supposed to do the dirty job .
Doesn't matter now. If I go, no one will know. Nor will they care. And perhaps permanent vacations would do the trick for me. But I can't leave. Not until I know he's okay at least. I didn't risk my life just to see him die in the hands of that useless nurse.
I didn't risk my soul fighting the good fight on the wrong side to get nothing. I did it because I believe there are things worth to die for. I took my chance to make a difference. And my principles include to let a poor orphan who knows nothing but abuse live happily ever after.
Damn , even I'm thinking on his own good. It's all about him, all for him.
How worthless.
Here am I, sitting in darkness, licking my wounds while everybody is checking if he's all right. The battle was violent. And we almost loose him. But we didn't I didn't.
I still can't understand how the heck we managed to get out of there. The dark Lord may have died, but the other death eaters are out to get me. My mask fell. It made no difference though. My life's still at the edge. The bad guys want my head, the good ones as well.
I saw him cry. He was trembling in fear, yet, he faced the enemy with decision. No wonder why he's a Gryffindor, always showing off, always trying to prove himself. His lack of self confidence is more evident after each and every unnecessary exposition. He's only a kid for crying out loud, and he was in front of the most powerful wizard of the darkness in history, he was entitled to be scared. I would be scared, I was.
And now everyone is at his bed, murmuring how brave and powerful he was. Spoilt brat. Once again I saved your sorry ass and won't even get a thank you in response. I shall be grateful if at least those cronies around you quit staring at me like that. I have wounds you people!! WOUNDS! It's not as I saw you there saving the kid's life, risking yourselves. No, no way, you wouldn't , I'm the one supposed to do the dirty job .
Doesn't matter now. If I go, no one will know. Nor will they care. And perhaps permanent vacations would do the trick for me. But I can't leave. Not until I know he's okay at least. I didn't risk my life just to see him die in the hands of that useless nurse.
I didn't risk my soul fighting the good fight on the wrong side to get nothing. I did it because I believe there are things worth to die for. I took my chance to make a difference. And my principles include to let a poor orphan who knows nothing but abuse live happily ever after.
Damn , even I'm thinking on his own good. It's all about him, all for him.
How worthless.