There Goes My Hero
By: Harriet Potter
Harry came up to me some time at the beginning of the school year and thanked me for helping him with his transfiguration homework. He told me that I was his hero, sarcastically, of course. But that set me to thinking...who was my hero? I never put much thought into it, to tell you the truth. I didn't think that I could even tell you what my idea of a hero was. As it turns out, my hero was much closer to home than I though.
Here I am, later on in the year, sitting at a Quidditch match with Ron, watching Harry. I look down and notice that a group of first year Gryffindors have a sign which reads "Gryffindor Quidditch Players are Our Heroes!" At first I simply shrugged it off as a cute, yet cheesy little sign, until my mind started racing over who my hero was, once again.
I starting wondering if I was anyone's hero, but quickly ran the thought out of my mind. I'm just not brave enough to be anyone's hero. Sure, I'm clever, but that's about it.
For some reason, I start thinking about all the crazy things in which Harry, Ron and I have been through during our years at Hogwarts. I remember our first year, when went after the Sorcerer's Stone on order to get to it before Voldemort did. I think of how Harry and I were in the same room, and I figured out which potion he could drink in order to get to the Stone. It was then that I flipped out. I never could have marched into the next room and face Voldemort like Harry did. But somehow, Harry did it.
Though I was petrified in our second year at the time when Harry and Ron broke into the Chamber of Secrets, I have heard time and time again from Ron what Harry did to save Ginny in that Chamber. If it weren't for Harry, Ginny probably wouldn't be in the stands right now, watching this Quidditch match.
In our third year, I recall how Harry and I followed the Sirius Black into the Shrieking Shack. I remember how I cowered against the wall and cried. I also remembered how Harry stood up to Sirius Black, how he came so close to killing him, but didn't.
I can only imagine what Harry saw in his fourth year when he faced Voldemort. We never talked about it much. All I know is that somehow Harry managed to survive. He brought back Cedric Diggory's body, as well as himself.
Suddenly, a loud uproar from the stands brings me back to earth. I look up to see my hero flying over me on a broomstick. I think he just caught the snitch.
A/N: Well, I don't know exactly why I wrote that, aside from the fact that I think Harry's a brave kid. I don't know why I wrote it from Hermione's point of view, though I can see her thinking that about Harry. By the way, all characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. Thanks everyone!
By: Harriet Potter
Harry came up to me some time at the beginning of the school year and thanked me for helping him with his transfiguration homework. He told me that I was his hero, sarcastically, of course. But that set me to thinking...who was my hero? I never put much thought into it, to tell you the truth. I didn't think that I could even tell you what my idea of a hero was. As it turns out, my hero was much closer to home than I though.
Here I am, later on in the year, sitting at a Quidditch match with Ron, watching Harry. I look down and notice that a group of first year Gryffindors have a sign which reads "Gryffindor Quidditch Players are Our Heroes!" At first I simply shrugged it off as a cute, yet cheesy little sign, until my mind started racing over who my hero was, once again.
I starting wondering if I was anyone's hero, but quickly ran the thought out of my mind. I'm just not brave enough to be anyone's hero. Sure, I'm clever, but that's about it.
For some reason, I start thinking about all the crazy things in which Harry, Ron and I have been through during our years at Hogwarts. I remember our first year, when went after the Sorcerer's Stone on order to get to it before Voldemort did. I think of how Harry and I were in the same room, and I figured out which potion he could drink in order to get to the Stone. It was then that I flipped out. I never could have marched into the next room and face Voldemort like Harry did. But somehow, Harry did it.
Though I was petrified in our second year at the time when Harry and Ron broke into the Chamber of Secrets, I have heard time and time again from Ron what Harry did to save Ginny in that Chamber. If it weren't for Harry, Ginny probably wouldn't be in the stands right now, watching this Quidditch match.
In our third year, I recall how Harry and I followed the Sirius Black into the Shrieking Shack. I remember how I cowered against the wall and cried. I also remembered how Harry stood up to Sirius Black, how he came so close to killing him, but didn't.
I can only imagine what Harry saw in his fourth year when he faced Voldemort. We never talked about it much. All I know is that somehow Harry managed to survive. He brought back Cedric Diggory's body, as well as himself.
Suddenly, a loud uproar from the stands brings me back to earth. I look up to see my hero flying over me on a broomstick. I think he just caught the snitch.
A/N: Well, I don't know exactly why I wrote that, aside from the fact that I think Harry's a brave kid. I don't know why I wrote it from Hermione's point of view, though I can see her thinking that about Harry. By the way, all characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. Thanks everyone!