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Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
He thought the golden snitch was rather ironic. He had been golden once. He had been golden when times were simpler and one could roam the halls with good friends and laugh freely. One couldn't laugh now, especially not in these halls with these dark people who were friends to no one. He had been golden once, like the golden snitch. Was he still that bright color? He didn't think so. He was not so pure and innocent, adored and light. Funny how he'd been golden then and not a snitch but now he was a snitch and not golden. Becoming the snitch had turned him to some other lesser hue, perhaps silver. Or at least that's what his silver hand told him.
He thought the golden snitch was rather ironic. He had been golden once. He had been golden when times were simpler and one could roam the halls with good friends and laugh freely. One couldn't laugh now, especially not in these halls with these dark people who were friends to no one. He had been golden once, like the golden snitch. Was he still that bright color? He didn't think so. He was not so pure and innocent, adored and light. Funny how he'd been golden then and not a snitch but now he was a snitch and not golden. Becoming the snitch had turned him to some other lesser hue, perhaps silver. Or at least that's what his silver hand told him.