He always was the Golden Boy, adored by everyone.
All the teachers favored him,
All the students admired him,
And everyone else stood in awe of him.
He was perfect in practically every way.
Good grades, kind, brave, honest.
He hated being famous, but he could hardly help it.
He was so powerful, and he had a sort of glow.
Oh, how I hated him.
I tried to make his school years miserable.
He got the grades I wanted, the broom I wanted,
Even the job I wanted.
General Harry Potter.
Leader of the Light Forces in the Great War.
Golden Boy to everyone but me.
Until he died for me.
I'm sorry, Harry.
Author's Note: Like? Review, please! Some people might complain that Snape and a few other Slytherins might not fit the description, but I think, in their secret hearts, they do. I think even Draco, who is obviously narrarating this, felt some awe over Harry. Anyway.... Please, please review! I beg! I grovel! I kneel before you and slobber all over your feet!