I
look at him,
He
who should not have been here.
Yet regardless of whether he entered himself
Or
was put up to it,
He
has proved himself
A
true champion.
Fair play, moral character
And
friendship he's displayed,
And
I find myself
Feeling
inadequate
In
comparison.
What
makes him different?
Beauty
and charm
Are
Fleur's virtues,
Krum--mysterious
and silent,
A
talented yet humble seeker.
And
I--a Hufflepuff at heart;
Truthful,
modest, just.
Yet
he and I
Are
not quite so different.
I
have faced my obstacles
With
courage and conviction,
I've
not quailed with fear.
Hufflepuffs
are not without bravery,
Despite
what others say.
Does
it not take courage
To
stand up for a friend?
Loyalty
demands courage.
He
and I are called,
Standing
ready at the entrance
Of
the maze.
Glancing
at the crowds,
Cho's
eyes connect with mine.
Her
smile gives me confidence.
We
are called again;
Harry
and I enter the maze,
Opponents
one last time.
At
the intersection,
We
turn to each other.
His
eyes so honest and open,
Gaze
into mine.
He's
not afraid.
And
I wish we could have
Been
better friends.
We
part on our separate paths.
Who
will win?
Who
shall be champion?
I
play in hopes of winning,
But
I will not discount
Another
as a better.
In
a sense,
I've
already won.
I
play not for fame, or gold,
Or
personal glory.
I
play to honor my house,
And
to find myself.
And
I think I've done that.
