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He was far from average. That was just the only way to describe him. Different.
He was always small for his age, Skinny and rather short, and at the age of eleven he could easily pass for an eight year old.
He was loved beyond anything in the world. Utterly adored by his parents, Greatly admired by his pears, and dangerously envied by all others.
He was always rather good looking, strike that, incredibly good looking. Even as a child, who would soon grow into the handsomest of men, he was blatantly adorable.
He was passionate about just about everything. I can almost see that ever present flame burning behind those eyes.
He was always a true Gryffindor, that boy. Brave and chivalrous with a heart of gold. He was never known to let anyone down.
He was always unpredictable and so when the headlines read, "Fights fearlessly to the death" they had us all fooled. Who would have thought that for even a second he was scared. But who ever said that he was fearless.
He was a hero to us all, and in the end he died a hero's death, fighting to the bitter end. And that sight is forever engraved into my memory, of the boy who taught me to live, and the life that no longer burns behind hazel eyes.