One day, you'll remember me, and I'll be gone.
You'll think back to the days when I was always with you. The days of basilisks, hippogriffs, tournaments, and Quidditch.
Is that all you thought about?
I was important when you needed me. When homework was to be done, or when you needed to solve a puzzle. Or when you needed a date for the Yule Ball, so you wouldn't feel silly being all alone.
How long did it take you to realize I'm a girl?
Was it really four years? Or were you just preoccupied? Maybe a little bit of both…
And this is why I've always been there.
I kept making excuses, false ideas. Why did I do that?
Was I longing for companionship? Did I want friends that badly? Maybe I did. I don't remember.
All I remember is the scorn. The hate. The annoyance. The whispers.
But I held my chin high.
Did it work? Or was I fooling myself all along?
I was. It is obvious now.
Everyone saw it except for me.
And now that I'm gone, you'll all forget.
One day, you'll remember me, and I'll be gone.
