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.