My pawn moves first; two squares ahead. I'm born. My sister and brothers constantly surround me. They never leave my side, it seems.
A couple of months after I'm born, Voldemort struck. He met his downfall from Harry Potter; but not after he killed Harry's parents, Lily and James.
When I turned 11, I was invited to go to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft & Wizardry. Dumbledore moves. If I hadn't been invited, my mother would've killed me; all of our family has gone there.
On the train to Hogwarts, I meet Harry Potter. I move with him, another square. Right then, I feel like nothing could be better; but then Malfoy almost ruins it all. When Harry and I were talking, he burst in with his idiotic sidekicks. He moves to my side, hoping to dominate Harry; he fails.
At my first year of Hogwarts, Harry saves the Sorcerer's Stone. He alone prospers. Voldemort, (or what's left of him), flees once again.
At the second year, Harry and I went to the Chamber of Secrets. We move a step ahead. Gilderoy moved to stop us. We evaded him. Tom Riddle was defeated; my sister, Ginny, almost was too.
On our third year, Harry and Hermione went together to save Sirius Black; I was left alone in the infirmary, asleep. I fall back two steps, forgotten. Hermione takes my place; I never forgave her.
At my fourth year, the most recent, Harry was a Triwizard Champion. He alone observes the reconstruction of Lord Voldemort. I fall three more steps behind. Hermione falls only two. I loathe her now. She has taken my place; Harry makes no move to stop her.
I used to love, now I only feel hate. For those two lovers, Her and Harry, and how they walk and laugh…
Without me.
I have joined the forces of the greatest wizard. I move forward two; I will reclaim all I have lost.
Ronald Weasley