I sat on my old chair, thinking.
Today's Valentine's Day.
How did I know? With all those students roaming around showing their love to anyone they see, it would be a wonder if I didn't know.
Yet...I could only think of one person. Him. Potter. Or rather, Harry Potter.
He changed my life. He changed me. The day he decided to enter my life (I have forgotten the actual date), I have been turned upside down. And I loved it. He loves me. I love him.
I almost smiled at that thought. Watching my cauldron bubble, I could almost see his laughing face. I miss him. If he is here, he would probably try decorating my room with flowers and such, and try his best to make me say I love him. Who would have thought that the boy-who-lived-and-killed- the-dark-lord is hopelessly romantic?
And why hasn't anyone added the two most important words behind that long name they gave him?
And-died.
They all thank him, and praise him as a hero. But only his close friends know the truth. He isn't some crazy sacrificing hero who would do anything to get a good name. He didn't have a choice. He was born with the duty to destroy the dark lord.
And then, he died.
He was hurt too much after the final battle, in which he used all his energy to split the dark lord. I do not want to go through the technical parts again. It pains me to learn how Harry died. I don't want to know, and yet I have to. Just like Harry had to go to war.
Still, I love him. He taught me to love, and I can only love him. I may trust others, or enjoy others company, but I can only love Harry. I do not know any other kind of love, as I have never experienced even parental love. I love Harry. I will love him till the day I die, too.
And today's Valentine's Day. Although he would try to show me his love as much as he can, he would never be expecting anything from me.
I will surprise him.
Looking at the words I wrote on an old piece of parchment burn, I felt a tear trickle down my face.
Happy Valentine, Harry.
Today's Valentine's Day.
How did I know? With all those students roaming around showing their love to anyone they see, it would be a wonder if I didn't know.
Yet...I could only think of one person. Him. Potter. Or rather, Harry Potter.
He changed my life. He changed me. The day he decided to enter my life (I have forgotten the actual date), I have been turned upside down. And I loved it. He loves me. I love him.
I almost smiled at that thought. Watching my cauldron bubble, I could almost see his laughing face. I miss him. If he is here, he would probably try decorating my room with flowers and such, and try his best to make me say I love him. Who would have thought that the boy-who-lived-and-killed- the-dark-lord is hopelessly romantic?
And why hasn't anyone added the two most important words behind that long name they gave him?
And-died.
They all thank him, and praise him as a hero. But only his close friends know the truth. He isn't some crazy sacrificing hero who would do anything to get a good name. He didn't have a choice. He was born with the duty to destroy the dark lord.
And then, he died.
He was hurt too much after the final battle, in which he used all his energy to split the dark lord. I do not want to go through the technical parts again. It pains me to learn how Harry died. I don't want to know, and yet I have to. Just like Harry had to go to war.
Still, I love him. He taught me to love, and I can only love him. I may trust others, or enjoy others company, but I can only love Harry. I do not know any other kind of love, as I have never experienced even parental love. I love Harry. I will love him till the day I die, too.
And today's Valentine's Day. Although he would try to show me his love as much as he can, he would never be expecting anything from me.
I will surprise him.
Looking at the words I wrote on an old piece of parchment burn, I felt a tear trickle down my face.
Happy Valentine, Harry.