Harry, From the One's Who Know Him Best
Ron Weasley
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived
My best mate, he's like a brother to me
Always there, constantly caring
He has the weight of the world all upon his shoulders
Famous for something he barely remembers
Is it jealousy I feel?
Sometimes, yes. He gets so much attention
Yet few really know what it is like for him
No one understands his pain
He has felt so much grief and loss
Will he ever be the same? Or will he be lost forever?
I fear the latter. I fear for his sanity
He has had the hardest life of anyone I know
Parentless, abused, stripped of everything that means anything to him
But I am always there
In the background I stand
Unnoticed by all but few
I do not care, however
The one's who notice are the only one's who matter
My friends; my family; my brother, the chosen one
The closest person in my life, The Boy Who Lived
A/N: This is like a small sort of poem from each of the people who know Harry best. They are each telling how they see Harry. It is my first try at a poem type thing, but I liked this idea and wanted to try it. Please review!