Written for the Ultimate Chocolate Frog Competition, for Hengist of Woodcroft: Write about a Hufflepuff.

Also written for the September Event at Fanfiction Writing Month - Megan Jones.

Words: 378

Megan

My name is Megan.

My name will not be in the history books. It will not be called out on a roster of War Heroes, or new celebrities. I will not be celebrated. When I die, my friends and family will gather at my grave. There will be no reporters.

Half my classmates will not remember me.

At eleven years old, I was excited. I was anxious about starting school, making friends, passing tests. By twelve, I was scared. I was a Hufflepuff; nice and caring. I tried to do by others as I would be done by. And then a student in my class nearly died in a restricted corridor. There was a place, in my school, so dangerous that death was a distinct possibility. And he said Voldemort was back. I didn't believe him.

In fact, I was sixteen before I did believe him, and soon after stories reached my ears of Dumbledore's Army. I had friends who joined. I didn't. They judged me for that. They asked if I didn't care about the war.

I didn't know how to tell them I did care - I do care. I cared so much I wanted to help every victim. I wanted to do everything I could for everyone subjected to the injustice. I wasn't a fighter - I couldn't performs magic strong enough for the spells needed to succeed with them. I was a carer. I was a nurse, a teacher, a comforter, a friend. A shoulder to cry on, a helping hand. I'd defined myself as such since I was a child.

At sixteen, it hit me like a bolt of lightening that I was not unlimited. There were so many people to help and I could not help them all. I was lost, dazed - I didn't know where to begin.

But I was there on the sidelines, watching and hearing stories, through all that Harry Potter and his friends did. It was his friends who taught me a very important lesson. Their unwavering loyalty, their willingness to help him through everything. I didn't have to help everyone. I just needed to help one person at a time.

And I became a Healer.

My name is Megan, and you will not remember me. But I was there.