All my life I have felt over shadowed by my family, my older brothers who were so much more funnier than I was, or cleverer or just better than me. Even Ginny was better than me because she was a girl, the first Wealsey girl to have been born in 10 generations. It was never fair, never fair. If I did something you could guarantee that someone had done it better. Bill was the handsome one, everyone's friend. Charlie was just cool, running after dragons and girls found him funny. Percy was a bookworm, gaining the best grades and teachers loved him. Everyone thought he would be the next Minister of Magic. Fred and George were just really funny and clever with all their joke shop stuff and good grades as well. Ginny was, well, Ginny. It was stupid. I could never do anything right, and I knew that when I went to Hogwarts I would always be known as one of the Weasley boys. I'd never be Ron or myself, I would just be lumped with them, dulled by what they had done.
But then I met Harry Potter, who knew nothing about the magical world, knew nothing about my family and it was like I had a clean slate, though my brothers were still there in the background. But I still felt free.
Yet, as I grew closer and closer to Harry, I found that he was just like my brothers. He out grew more, was more impressive, more loved than I was and got most of the credit for the stuff we did. The same with Hermione.
I was over shadowed once more and we were known as Harry, Hermione and the tall red haired bloke that never did anything. Hermione was loved by most guys. Krum asked her out, most of my brothers fancied her and she would not even look at me. So I slunk into the shadows, to where I was supposed to be, hidden from the world, and unimportant person who just lives they're lives without doing anything noteworthy.
That all seems so strange now, so stupid. I'm married, Voldermort is dead, with my help I might add, and I am one of the best aurors in the ministry, according to my wife who is slightly biased. I'm not over shadowed, not really and as I watch Hermione smile at me across the hall, our girl on her hip I know that my stupid worries had been nothing more than the stupidity of a teenage boy.