I watch you sitting, laughing with your friends during dinner. I don't like them. I know I never will.
That doesn't matter.
I watch you fly on your Firebolt, that you received from your godfather. You're in your element then. So graceful and elegant, if I thought I had a heart, seeing you fly might pull at its strings.
Still, that doesn't matter
You're in my classroom, mucking up your potion once more. It almost makes me think you like me breathing down your neck. Telling you that you're wrong, that you're useless.
What a turn on.
You hate me, I can see it in your eyes. I wish you didn't, but there is nothing I can do to change that. There is nothing I would want to do to change you. I'd never want to break you.
Through the pains of living, the torture that has been inflicted upon you, you thrive through it all. Not merely survive, but thrive. I see it in your movements.
I watched you grow into the man you are today, young Harry. You are so much more than what anyone could have bargained for.
I have one more thing to say, Harry Potter: I fell in love with your smile.
