Why him?
He isn't all that special when you get to know him.
Ge, that was harsh. It came out all wrong.
Harry Potter is pretty much an ordinary teenager. Except, of corse, for the fact the most evil, dark wizard on the face of the earth wants nothing more then to take over the world... and of corse, Harry's plate on a platter.
Yet Harry does his best to act like a normal kid, no matter how much he fails at it.
Even with everything Voldermort aside, he's still well above the rest of us.
He's the best Quidditch seeker Hogwarts seen in hundreds of years. He made the team right after his very first ride on a broomstick. At first I was so happy to be the friend of the newest member of the Griffindor Quidditch team. Later, I got a little jealous. I've always followed the game, and always wanted to play... but I guess there must be a good reason for me not to.
He was made a prefect the summer before our fifth year. He was actually staying at my house when he received the letter. He tried to hide it from me, knowing I wasn't made one, but eventually I found out what the letter was.
And of corse, he's got girls hanging all over him (my sister included.) Most of them just cling to him because he's the ultimate trophy.
All this was fine with me... sorta. He is my best friend after all. I'd stick with him til the end. And he never actually tries to show off all his accomplishments to me, but sometimes he does. Accidentally.
So really, knowing the Ireal/i Harry Potter still proved that he was made to be a star, an idol, someone to look up to; and tell stories about to your children, stories of a baby defeating the Dark Lord without even a wand. Of a child who would do anything for a loved one. Of a boy who would stop You-Know-Who's attempts at killing him, by instincts. Of a young man who'd choose the hard race for good, over the ever growing popularity of just giving into the dark. He's a legend. An amazing soul. My best friend.
So why now, is my left palm firmly in place over his mouth? Why am I throwing away those yelling at me, trying to stop me, only with a flick of my wand? Why is my best friend's face losing color? ...
And most of all, why do I feel good about it?