This is just a short ficlet inspired by a Harry Potter fanart I saw. The picture can be found here:

http://www.keddy.ne.jp/wilbur/index/pict/harry/ha8.html

Anyway, here it goes. This ficlet also has a song I was listening to, but it's for the feel of the song, not the lyrics, so I'll disregard it this time.

This fic is in first person. I know a lot of you hate first person but it was the only way I could get this particular one to work.

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It seemed like years and years that we'd been at the school, hearing the feats that Harry's dad and the Marauders accomplished. It started with third year, where we met Sirius, Professor Lupin, and the Marauder's Map. After that all we kept hearing about is how great (and sometimes terrible) Harry's father and friends had been. One thing that James Potter often had was popularity. He was a great Seeker, attractive, and had lots of friends.

Harry sometimes seemed jealous of the stories of his dad. Though Harry's famous, it's not because of being a Seeker or anything he accomplished on his own. It's because of his scar and the destiny before him. He hates it. We, his friends, know more than anything that Harry would love nothing more than to be a normal kid with a normal life, popular for being a great athlete and a great person. Not have to worry about the papers changing people's views on him at the drop of a hat. To not have all this responsibility on his shoulders.

Harry gets angry at Dumbledore for not telling him things sometimes, but I think I can understand why he doesn't. He knows, more than anyone, that Harry wants to be normal. That Harry hates that he has to be the one to kill Voldemort. Sometimes it's worth it to withhold information from our best friend just to see a smile on his face a bit longer.

Like now. We have only a day before we go home for the summer. The boys wanted to go out for a bit of flying before leaving, since that evil toad Umbridge is gone. Well, it was more Ron's idea. Since Sirius died, Harry's been holed up in his bed or in Dumbledore's office. We figured fresh air would be good for him.

We decided that the pitch was out of the question, as we'd be seen easily. We wanted privacy. Some time for just the three of us.

I grabbed a good book and we went to a hill overlooking the cliff and the waters beyond. I sat on the hill and watched as the boys soared high into the air on their brooms. It seems like a nice thing, flying, but I'd rather watch them enjoy it than do it myself.

Ron eventually came back down, shouting to Harry to come down. The sun had been setting for a bit and it was going to be dark soon. Harry, though, didn't seem to want to get down and honestly, Ron and I couldn't bring ourselves to force him. For once since we'd gotten back he was smiling and laughing, enjoying our freedom before departing.

Until the bird. Ron and I had a good laugh when Harry flew a bit too close to a bird nest, angering the mother something terrible. Harry was forced to land and sit in the grass with us.

So here we are now, sitting on the hill, eating a few chocolate frogs, and watching the sun on its way below the horizon.

Honestly, there's nothing for Harry to be jealous of. A long time ago, four kids ran Hogwarts. Padfoot, Prongs, Moody, and Wormtail. They were the lords of the school, demanding the respect of all.

But their time is over. Harry will eventually see it. Harry can never be James Potter, but that's okay. Because James Potter's reign is over.

Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger are the new lords of Hogwarts.

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Well... it was short, but that was the point. I hope you liked it all the same. PLEASE look at the picture I linked to, it really sets the mood for this.