Do I Make You Proud?
When I was 6 I was the best on the playground, I could climb the highest on the jungle gym. When I was 7 I was the best in the play my friends and I put on. When I was 8 I tried out for that muggle football (soccer) team and made captain.
At 11 I was the best on the broomstick, I could out-fly all the first years. By the time I reached 13 I was the top of my class. At 14 I could beat anyone at Exploding Snap or Wizards Chess. At 15 I became Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. I got an O on my OWLs.
When I was 16 I saw my first glimpse of Harry Potter. He had already saved the world once and he's going to do it again. I know I'm not going to take down the Dark Lord, but I can help. Hufflepuff played Gryffindor. We actually won! But I apparently didn't play good enough. The only reason we won was the weather, and the fact that the dementors were tormenting Harry.
You said that I should be happier, that I just beat the "greatest seeker at Hogwarts." But he's not a captain!
At 17 my one chance for greatness came along. Even though I knew then I'd die that night, I entered anyway. When The Goblet spat my name out I knew that I had done it, I had finally done it. But then Harry's name came out after Fleur's and once again you were captivated.
My house wore those stupid buttons. But I didn't care, not the person that mattered most would be seeing them.
I don't hate Harry nor am I jealous of him. He can't help it if these things keep happening to him.
At a few months before I turn 18 I drew my last breath. When Harry brought my body back, you cried. I see now that you were there for me all along. If I knew at the start what I know now, maybe I'd still be there, but I'd do it all again just to make you proud.