Why I Hate Harry Potter

Yes, I realize that it's practically one of the seven sins to not adore his holiness. After all, he is the savior of the wizarding world, the one who will stop he-who-must-not-be-named, once and for all. He is the one who plans to go after him, even to the point of abandoning his last year of school.

Hating him is probably fairly selfish, too, considering there probably wouldn't be a wizarding world anymore, if it wasn't for him. I think I've lost count of how many times he's saved it, starting when he was only a year old.

Yet here I am, defying the crowds and telling you I hate him.

I'll continue, though, because this isn't about why I shouldn't hate him, this is about why I do. Because I do hate him. There's only one feeling that has ever surpassed my hatred of him.

He really is an incurable git. I realize he doesn't try to be, but that isn't the point. The point is that he is. He's rash, foolhardy, and trusts his hunches way to much. Need proof?

His fifth year. Department of mysteries. You can't tell me he came out the victor in that one. There was a trap laid for him, and he fell into it. With incredible courage, I realize, but he did fall into it.

The camber of secrets, his second year. What was he thinking? A twelve year old up against a monster like that! The life of one little girl stupid enough to trust something who's brain she couldn't see wasn't worth his life!

Even forgetting about that, the guy's depressed and moody. You can't blame him, I know. With the life he's lived, lesser mortals would have committed suicide. It doesn't change the fact that he is, though. Especially since Serius died.

Then there's his creepy perfectness. You've seen it, the way he always manages to look gorgeous no matter what he's doing. It majorly grates on my nerves. Even in his forth year, when he came out of the hedge with a dead Cedric, bruised body, and the news that Voldemort had returned, he still managed it! People are always talking about him, even when they turn against him the still notice him. He just has this, I don't know, aura. Drawing people in.

And don't even get me started on his stupid hero-complex! That irresistible urge he gets to protect everyone, even when they don't bloody need protecting. Even when they don't want protection. Even when they want to be put in danger.

But I digress. Let's go back to the annoying hero-complex, shall we? Maybe it comes from saving the world before you can talk, but you would thing he could get over it. Even professor Lupin eventually gave into Tonks! But that's Harry Potter for you. Harry bloody Potter.

That's not even the worst of it. No, if that was the worst of it I could go on my merry way, with my life much improved. You want to know what the worst of it is?

He had to go and make me fall in love with him. Idiotic, isn't it? The only emotion stronger then my hate for Harry Potter is my love for him.

Stupid bloody Potter. Had to go and save us all, then shoo us away so we didn't hurt ourselves. Has he forgotten that I know how to dual? Or the power of my bat bogey hex?

I hate him. I love him. It's killing me.

-Ginny Weasley

I don't own Harry Potter.