At a time we were both normal human children, laughing and playing in the streets, with her older sister always right there with us. The three of us we the greatest friends, anyone could tell. A tall, dead skinny girl, a younger red-headed wonder girl, and me, the small, brilliant boy. We were a legacy, well at least that's what my mother always told us, and now I guess we were, but only all on our own. Petunia the head of all Parent groups at her son's privet school. Lily the mother of the boy-who-lived and who was killed by the dark lord, Voldemort, after she defied him three times. And me, the watcher.
We all became heros, all in a different world, one without the others. But I suppose that's the way it was to be. Lily a witch, Petunia a typical person, a muggle, and me, a watcher. I don't suppose we will ever cross again, in life or death, but in those 11 years we were the best of friends, and no one can erase that.