INTRO:
It was my third year at Hogwarts. I had a very simple life. Not too many friends, but I still talked.
I remember the mornings in which I heard my name whispered over and over again everyday from the same people. My brother hears them to. I tell him not to worry. I tell him not to preach.
I wish he had listened more. I wish I had common sense.
I remember the easy afternoons I had when my brother and I had fights about me having watchers from six-year boys. I tell him not to worry. I tell him not to preach.
I wish he had continued to watch more. I wish I had opened up my eyes.
I remember when the nights came by when I use to tell my brother to stop treating me like a baby, when I was being stalked. I tell him not to worry. I tell him not to preach.
I wish he had babied me more. I wish I had walked faster.
It was my third year at Hogwarts. I had a simple life. Not too many friends, but I still talked. Just not enough.
