PROLOGUE:
King's Cross Station was as packed as ever by Muggles and Wizards alike. My family and I attracted a large case of staring, pointing and muttering by the passers-by due to the fact that Percy's Owl, Errol, was quaking in his cage, and making quite a racket.. It was my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was quite excited due to sharing a compartment, not so much with my brother Ron, but the great Boy Who Lived.
Harry Potter.
He had stayed at our house, The Burrow, for the summer, where Ron, Fred and George had successfully taken him in the early hours of the morning after rescuing him from his house in Privet Drive, where he lived with his Aunt and Uncle. Harry didn't have a family of his own. No mum. No dad. They had been murdered by the Dark Lord eleven years ago. Harry's famous for that. Not for his parents getting murdered, but because he had been one year old when Lord Voldemort, the most powerful Dark Sorcerer ever, had turned upon him and had used the same curse that had killed his parents, but the Avada Kedavra spell seemed to simply bounce off Harry's skin, and it had seemed to have re-bounded straight to Voldemort.
That had been the night of his downfall. The night that Voldemort had disappeared and had stopped tormenting both magical and non-magical dimensions alike. The night that everyone had relaxed and had started to live in peace once more. Harry's very famous now. That's why he's been given names like "The Boy Who Lived" and "The Chosen One". he doesn't like it. Being famous, or drawing so much attention to himself even by just walking into a bookshop. He doesn't say so, but I can tell that all the attention just reminds him of that terrible night in which he had lost everything, and being reminded of his parents hurts him. It's like he's got a terrible pain , clawing it's way through Harry's heart every time. His eyes are sad and unhappy. What would I give to be able to make things better for him. I feel such pity, that I know would torment him even more if he knew. He hates being pitied. It makes him feel weak and vulnerable. I believe I am developing a secret passion…love…for Harry Potter.
Oh God. If only he knew.…
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