My Hero
My hair was a mess. No matter how I tried It wouldn't calm down. There was one perfect cow lick on the top of my head that no amount of hair get can contain. Finally I just give up all together. It's my first day of Hogwarts. It didn't help much that I'd fallen out of the boat the day previous. I already seem like a dork.
I head out the dorm and down the stairs to the great hall. Before I can quite get to the table for breakfast my brother greets me, and I know exactly what he's going to say before he says it.
"I'm going to introduce you to Harry Potter." My brother talked about Harry like they were the closest of friends. "You know he saved my life in my first year."
"Yeah I know." Though I knew it wasn't as much to do with Harry as it was Colin's camera and Madame Pomfrey's mandrake potion. But who was I to crush my own brother? "You've only told me about a million times." Colin just laughed.
I could spot him before we actually reached the table. On one side sat the red head and the on the other side the frizzy haired brunette. Plus the scar on his forehead was unmistakable.
"Harry, Harry!" Colin said as we approached. Harry looked up from his conversation.
"Yeah Colin?"
"I wanted you to meet my younger brother. You know the one I was telling you about?" He nudges me a little on the back and I step forward. "This is Dennis."
"Associating with Potter?" My eyes flash to the blonde Slytherin who has now joined us. "It figures a first year would be that stupid. Plus if I'm not mistaken you're a rotten mud blood like Granger here."
"Leave him alone!" Hermione said offended. The blonde ignored her.
"Leave my brother alone!" Colin says coming to my defense.
"Oh yeah?" The blonde snickers. "Are you going to make me?"
"Come off it Malfoy." Harry says from his seat. Malfoy snorts.
"Stay out of this Potter." He shoves me in the chest."
"Hey!" I protest. He shoves me again and harder. "Stop it!" He doesn't.
"What, this?" He shoves me again. "Does that hurt."
"Please stop." He shoves me once more and my brother shoves him. The sheer shock of it knocks him off his feet. There is a group gasp.
"This isn't the end Creevy!" Malfoy stammers as he gets up. "My father will hear about this."
"Yes cause I'm sure that's what he'll want to hear, his son got pushed over by a mud blood." My brother throws the word back in his face." Malfoy runs off to his cronies. "Are you alright?" He asks me putting a hand on my shoulder. "He's just a jealous, self righteous git. That's all." I laughed. I don't think my brother had called anyone a git before.
I knew right then who my hero was. Harry Potter may be the boy who lived but my brother was the one who had my back, who was there for me when I needed him the most. He was my hero.