Hi. My name is Hannah. I have an interesting affliction. It's called needless guilt. Most people who feel guilty, feel guilty about something important, something life-changing. Like ruining a friend's marriage, or surviving an accident that killed someone else. Something vital. Perhaps, it wasn't even completely an accident, perhaps they did it deliberately. But no. The thing I regret most in my life is one comment. One comment. One little mindless agreement. Just one, little, tiny, insignificant, uncomitted word. It wasn't confidently pronounced, or even a solid confirmation. "Probably." The single word that would later completely ruin my life. He probably doesn't even remember. I don't know if he even heard. Some of my friends didn't. I was that plain little Hufflepuff in the library with her friends, all friends with Justin Flinch-Fletchey, fellow Hufflepuff and definitely not the enemy of the Gryffindor "Heir of Slytherin", Mr Harry Potter.
My friends and healers didn't see why it as such a big deal to me at first. They thought it was because he was HARRY POTTER, Gryffindor Golden Boy, Chosen One, The Boy Who Lived Twice, Saviour of the Wizarding World. But it isn't, and when most of the hype died down and I still became slightly hysterical at even the name Harry, some of them started to believe me. It isn't. A few people were still skeptical, but they didn't realise how I felt. In that instant I had felt the pain of being hated by over ninety nine percent of the people I came in contact with on a daily basis. I KNOW. And I will never forgive myself.