My Hero
The first time I saw him, I was reminded of some hero out of a movie. Tall and dark. Not necessarily handsome, but mysterious and interesting. He wasn't kind to me- far from it- but he taught me. He taught me more than anyone else in my seven years at Hogwarts. I have known him for almost a decade and he still treats me like he did on that first day. Like gum on his shoe that he can't wait to be rid of. It's silly to wonder what if but sometimes I can't help myself. What if things had been different? What if my dad hadn't been such a jerk to him? But neither of those things are true. Things are the way they are. But I will be honest- I do respect him. Very much. He has sacrificed so much, given up so much for the cause of the light. He has done more for our side than anyone- except perhaps Dumbledore, of course. He has never received any recognition, any thanks. Even from me, I am ashamed to admit. He has saved me numerous times- the reason why still eludes me. But one thing I know for sure: he may be a huge jerk to me but he's my hero. My hero.