Teenage girls are shallow, but does that make us evil? All I want is to have a normal life, to pass my exams, and gossip, to make friends, and to get a boyfriend. I don't want to fight the dark yet, and sometimes I'm scared, but that doesn't mean I hate you. Harry you're inspirational, but not everyone can be like you, some of us are just average.
I don't really understand what being in mortal peril is, is it being sent to the headmaster's office, or dying Snape's robes pink with fluffy bunnies on them? Nor can I really understand pain past that of falling over and grazing my knee, or of stubbing my toe. I'm not ready to fight Dark Lords, and I don't think I ever will be, however I can paint your nails or read your palms.
The truth of the matter is Harry, I'm afraid, but probably not as much as I should be, and I want to help, but not as much as you need, and ... I want to hold you and tell you it's all going to be alright, but I know more than anything else ... that's not true. I have big dreams, I want to be an actress, or a singer, but ... I'm terrified I won't survive this war