This chapter is for Hermione Is My Role Model.
I watched a boy turn into a man and become a Auror. I visited him and his wife in St Mungos they were nothing, but broken shells. I wept for them both and I wept their son.
Their son I watched him to. I watched him turn from a clumsy shy boy into someone who'd fight for what was right.
I watched a young bright girl fight for the right of house elves where others around her didn't even care about their own kind. I watched her fight beside her best friends to stop darkness from taking over the wizarding world.
I watched a young boy who felt he was overshadowed by his siblings become a great chess player, a great keeper and help fight against one the darkest wizards.
I watched a young boy who I left on a doorstep try to protect his school and protect his friends. I watched him clutch to a boy he was in competition with body when he returned with news of Voldemort return. I watched fight year after year against a new threat. I watched him as I died.