= A certain someone's view of the world, 1997-1998 =
You notice things. You notice life. Everything that occurs around you, you notice. People don't notice that. Because your view of the world is through a box of glass and metal, they don't believe you notice anything that goes on that's not going on right in front of you (and even then, sometimes their eyes are blind). But you notice above, and below, to the back and to the sides.
You notice that Ron likes Hermione (yes, in that way), and that Hermione likes Ron (of course, in that way), but they're each a bit too scared to let the other know. Click.
You notice little glance, hands lingering too long, faint smiles that never fade, between Ginny and Luna. They're afraid to tell anyone, they don't know what they'd do if anyone found out. You know, but they don't know you know, and they'll never have to. Click.
You notice Harry lying awake long nights, pacing, worried, through the common room. He exudes tragic hero anguish, but there's no one to cheer him up, and you're not sure there ever will be. You notice these things, remember? Click.
Hermione links her arms through Harry's and Ron's, and the famous trio heads down for dinner. Click.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team wins another match, thanks to its fabulous Seeker, and Keeper, both Beaters and all three Chasers. Click.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore are laughing at something. In one month, two years, twelve or twenty, no one will remember at what, but they are laughing, and this is all that needs to be noticed. Click.
When Professor Lupin returns as Defense teacher, you notice. He's happy to be back, his classes are happy he's back, and everyone is smiling, even in tough times. Click.
Sirius Black stumbles into the Great Hall. Girls scream, professors draw wands, Lupin runs forward and embraces him, like a brother. Click.
You notice when Voldemort has reached Hogsmeade. If you stand on the roof, you can see small explosions lighting up the night sky, in many colors. Gryffindor red, Slytherin green, Hufflepuff yellow and Ravenclaw blue block out the stars. So, naturally, you stand on the roof. Click.
You notice that the professors and the Trio (that famous Trio, who history will never forget; that famous Trio who deserve their capital letter), Neville, Ginny and Luna, the Members of the Order of the Phoenix, have all become the war council, in the Gryffindor common room. All students in years below fifth have been sent home. Everyone is worried. No one is smiling. You notice. Click.
A full-blown battle (are you sure you notice?). Many are dead: Crabbe, Goyle, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil, Fred Weasley, all these were on your side. But you've captured them all on film, forever. Click.
And you deny to yourself that you were worthless (because you aren't really not at all) because you have these moving memories of the soon-to-be- distant-past, and you have the power to give them to the world, if the world will have them. Click.
You notice things. You notice life. Everything that occurs around you, you notice. People don't notice that. Because your view of the world is through a box of glass and metal, they don't believe you notice anything that goes on that's not going on right in front of you (and even then, sometimes their eyes are blind). But you notice above, and below, to the back and to the sides.
You notice that Ron likes Hermione (yes, in that way), and that Hermione likes Ron (of course, in that way), but they're each a bit too scared to let the other know. Click.
You notice little glance, hands lingering too long, faint smiles that never fade, between Ginny and Luna. They're afraid to tell anyone, they don't know what they'd do if anyone found out. You know, but they don't know you know, and they'll never have to. Click.
You notice Harry lying awake long nights, pacing, worried, through the common room. He exudes tragic hero anguish, but there's no one to cheer him up, and you're not sure there ever will be. You notice these things, remember? Click.
Hermione links her arms through Harry's and Ron's, and the famous trio heads down for dinner. Click.
The Gryffindor Quidditch team wins another match, thanks to its fabulous Seeker, and Keeper, both Beaters and all three Chasers. Click.
Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore are laughing at something. In one month, two years, twelve or twenty, no one will remember at what, but they are laughing, and this is all that needs to be noticed. Click.
When Professor Lupin returns as Defense teacher, you notice. He's happy to be back, his classes are happy he's back, and everyone is smiling, even in tough times. Click.
Sirius Black stumbles into the Great Hall. Girls scream, professors draw wands, Lupin runs forward and embraces him, like a brother. Click.
You notice when Voldemort has reached Hogsmeade. If you stand on the roof, you can see small explosions lighting up the night sky, in many colors. Gryffindor red, Slytherin green, Hufflepuff yellow and Ravenclaw blue block out the stars. So, naturally, you stand on the roof. Click.
You notice that the professors and the Trio (that famous Trio, who history will never forget; that famous Trio who deserve their capital letter), Neville, Ginny and Luna, the Members of the Order of the Phoenix, have all become the war council, in the Gryffindor common room. All students in years below fifth have been sent home. Everyone is worried. No one is smiling. You notice. Click.
A full-blown battle (are you sure you notice?). Many are dead: Crabbe, Goyle, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil, Fred Weasley, all these were on your side. But you've captured them all on film, forever. Click.
And you deny to yourself that you were worthless (because you aren't really not at all) because you have these moving memories of the soon-to-be- distant-past, and you have the power to give them to the world, if the world will have them. Click.