I Never Saw Him
I never saw him,
at least not the true him.
He was our hero, our savior.
We loved him, we hated him,
We feared him, we laughed at him.
I never saw him,
Ron did.
They were friends, closer than brothers,
together until the end.
They were so different,
One short, one tall, one redhead, one with raven colored hair.
Yet, you would look at them, so alike.
Their bravery, their humility, loyalty
and their need to save everyone.
I never saw him,
Hemione did.
They were friends, always helping each other out.
She was a girl, he was a boy,
It didn't matter.
She hated quidditch, he was captain and seeker,
It didn't matter.
They were there for each other.
She understood him better than anyone,
felt his pain and suffering and he felt hers too.
It was always the three of them,
As if something had glued them together and wouldn't let them break away,
if they would have wanted to.
We envied them, for being so close,
for always having each other.
Now I think about it, they had no one else.
We hated him, so we hated them.
We loved him, so we loved them.
We feared him, so we feared them.
We laughed at him, so we laughed at them.
It made no difference,
So long as they had one another, they could survive.
I never saw him,
But they sure did.
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