Weasley
For the most part, my life is good. I have a great family, and an even better batch of friends. Even if I'm poor, I'm happy.
But then again my life has its downtimes. I hate being under my best friend's shadow. I know how much Harry does to make us equal. And I know he thinks me a better person actually. But I can't help how jealous I feel. He can have any girl he pleases. He has loads of money. He was on the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year. He's famous. And he's a natural leader; everyone holds respect for him.
What's even worse is I hate feeling like I'm betraying my best mate every time I start thinking like this. Don't get me wrong, everybody knows I'd die for Harry. I'd do anything and everything in my power to stick by him until the end. No, I don't question that much.
And even now, as I lay here in bed, thinking all of this, I hear every bit of my friend's troubles as he sleeps a mere three feet away. Each time I hear him cry out in a nightmare, I thank Merlin that I don't live his troubled existence. And I hate myself for thinking he had an easier life. And every year I see him nearly die trying to prove himself, or saving someone else. In third year, he and Hermione found a way past that bloody tree just to save me. He was ready and willing to be dead in the next five minutes to give me a chance to get out. I thought that was actually kind of stupid of him, considering he knows that I'd seek vengeance for him.
That night I saw the depths of his soul, too. He could care less about the stupid rat's death. Frankly, so could I. But he thought about what his late father would want for his friends. That's showing quite a bit of character. He let the little sniveling creature, which destroyed all chances of happiness for him, live. Harry is the best person I know. And I hate that I ever thought he was less.
I don't own Harry Potter.
-MML