Disclaimer: The characters in this story all belong to J.K. Rowling, though the plot is mine. The lyrics below are from the song 'Carnival of Rust' by Poets of the Fall.
Just As Easily
D'you breathe the name
Of your saviour
In your hour of need
And taste the blame,
If the flavour should remind you of greed
Carnival of Rust,
Poets of the Fall
Fair skin, dark hair, green eyes hidden behind those spectacles - they pass me by, every day in the halls and not once do they look at me with anything but hatred and maybe an occasional dose of fear.
Not more than five feet tall, he's the material of my nightmares. He walks with his head held high, a red-head on either side – as if they were his body guards, as if they could protect him. No, that is my job. Sometimes, however, I wish to fail at it. He is so much like his father.
He excels. He is the Seeker, the hero, the blue-eyed boy and potential God of the Wizarding World. Everything he touches turns to gold. Much like, everything I touch is devoured by the darkness. Therefore, I keep away from him; just like I was asked to keep away from you.
I hate him, I loath, I despise him, I dislike him – intensely – but somewhere inside, I don't; because had it not been for my ego and your pride, he could have been mine. Just as easily…