(A/N - So, I decided to try this again after a year. ;w; I just kinda got an idea stuck in my head and decided to try it out. :O)

Disclaimer - I don't own "Harry Potter" ;w;

I am not a hero.

And I beg of you: please don't try to convince me otherwise. I've already heard every lie. Simple statements that are meant to make me feel better. Things like: 'Sure you are!' or 'That's silly! Of course you are!'.

It's ridiculous. I know that I've never done anything heroic in my life, and I hope I don't ever do. My Mother finds amusement in pointing out how unfit I am for a place such as Hogwarts. In all honesty, I can't believe it myself. I'm currently in my Fifth Year.

I met my Best (and only) friend: Severus, in First Year. I had just gotten sorted into Slytherin, and had taken my seat at the long table.

I look at the sea of faces surrounding me, if only for something to do. I do not intend to talk to any of these people this year. Hopefully ever. They shouldn't have to bear my stupidity. My eyes settle on the boy sitting next to me. He's watching the sorting. He looks bored. His hair is dark. His skin is pale. My mouth takes control of itself and starts to inquire how he got his hair that dark, but it sticks on the first syllable. My brain reminds me of my goal. I look back to my hands, hoping he wasn't paying attention.

He was.

"What was that?" He inquired.

I don't respond, and pretend to be interested in my hands. This seems to annoy him.

"Hey! I asked you a question."

I try to avert my eyes to something else in the room. Anything else but this kid. Why did I open my stupid mouth?!

A sudden vibration from the table made me finally give up, and turn towards him. He had placed both of his hands on the surface, and was glaring a hole into the back of my head.

"Answer me!" He demanded, keeping his voice at a low whisper.

"No!" I mumbled.

He snorted. "You just did."

I thought this over.

"N-no!" I shook my head, and my dark-green hair flew everywhere. I didn't bother to brush it away from my face. He narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. You did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

We went back and forth for awhile. The whole time, I was just wishing for the stupid sorting to be over so I could hide somewhere, and hopefully never talk to this boy ever again. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Stop talking to me!"

"Fine!" He spat.

He turned away from me. I reluctantly turned the other way.

The Sorting Hat continued churning out names that I would probably live for years without ever saying. I bit my lip. I always was the first to give up in a fight. It was then that I realized my stupid, frizzy, hair was still countering my vision. I sighed, and scratched it away. I tried to think of topics to keep my mind off of the boy I had angered. I could spell my hair purple the next day, maybe. Oh, but that may cause problems…I wondered if a nice blue would be too 'attention-raving'.

My thoughts were disrupted by a light tapping on my shoulder. I turned around in my seat, to find that same dark-haired boy staring at me. His arms were still crossed.

"Well aren't you going to say: 'sorry'?" He hissed. My face heated up.

"I-…" I started to throw a retort back at him, but lost my confidence halfway through.

"And stop doing that!" He grumbled. "If you have something to say, then just say it!"

That was it. I was done with this kid. I stood up, but his fingers locked around my cape and he pulled me back down. I let out a strangled yelp.

"You can't just leave in the middle of a sorting!" He shook his head. I swatted his hand away.

"Just leave me alone!" I mumbled forcefully. I clenched my hands.

"Not until you apologize for being rude to me!" He glared at me, and to my surprise, I glared back.

"Make me!"

He did. He refused to leave my side that whole year. Whether he was daydreaming about…Evans, he'd never leave me. We quarreled frequently. Though, it was never over a serious topic.

Well, there was one serious idea that our brains never seemed to match up on.

I made a list of all the things that upset me. Lily Evans is at the top.

Severus battles me at the topic constantly. He worships the very ground she walks on. It's stupid, really. I see Lily with Remus, not Severus. They talk in hushed whispers together, and always share these secret little knowing smiles. I promise not to do anything violent, (without good reason) but I swear: If Lily breaks Severus' heart; I will break…another…vital organ…of hers?

I need better threats.

Oh well, the day that I break something of Lily's will be the day I come up with a viable threat.

I better start thinking of one.

(A/N: Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of 'Heroic'! I'm sorry that it was really short! ;w; The next chapter, if I end up writing it, will hopefully be a little longer. If you have any ideas, or comments about this Fanfiction, please feel free to review! ^-^ I may add a chapter once in awhile to reflect on our Main Character's list, but I'm not completely sure yet. So, yeahhhh. Have a good dayyyyy! :D)