He
Wasn't
A Companion To She Wasn't
By
Cursive Obsession
Words: 373
Author's Note: This is the requested 'sequel/companion' to "She Wasn't." Personally I like the other one MUCH, MUCH better. But then I've always found evaluating Hermione much easier than evaluating Harry. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. Wish being the key word.
He was considered one of the most gorgeous boys in the wizarding world, but in all honesty, he wasn't. He was cute, sure, but she figured his accomplishments, wealth, and fame had upped his 'value'. His hair was always wild, untamable; he was still kind of gawky, wiry, and skinny. Everyone believed he had hard muscles of steel (from Quiddich) she knew he didn't. Either everyone didn't care or beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Of course she was sure there was some who just wanted his fame and money.
He was filthy, stinking rich. So wealthy she couldn't even begin to comprehend the amount of money he possessed. He wasn't ever cocky about it, but the knowledge was always there in his head. He had fan girls (and boys) that would die just to lay eyes on him in person. Occasionally he was accosted by people who idolized him. He detested it. He wasn't happy about being in the spotlight. He loathed the way people looked at him, and he hated his life being probed and revealed to everyone. He wasn't the type of person who enjoyed that kind of thing, at all.
His experiences were harder to deal with than anyone could understand. Sure, he had won, but he still felt guilty. He still had nightmares, she heard them. She knew he was scared. Scared of the nightmares, scared he could have done better. He expected too much of himself. He didn't accept the fact he did the best he could have done, under the circumstances.
He hadn't listened to her advice, though why he hadn't confused her. She wasn't the brightest witch to pass through Hogwarts for nothing. His ignorance had cost lives, though she would never say that to him. It would destroy their friendship, him, and anything else that they might possibly have.
He wasn't perfect, contrary to the belief of the people who thought he was their savior. He hated being called 'The Chosen One' and 'The Boy Who Lived'. He wasn't God.
She knew what he wasn't. She knew he wasn't perfect, always happy, always honest, or the best looking boy in the world. She didn't care. She loved him for what he wasn't.