Life in Shadow
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction. I do not own or invent any of these characters/events/or ideas.
Right. Left. Right again. Right. Now to the left. Left. Back to the right. I was getting a little dizzy spinning around in this stupid chair. Maybe if I throw up, someone would pay attention to me. I frown because I know I shouldn't think like that. Besides, the whole school is busy watching Harry drive Gryffindor to another Quidditch victory. Instead, here I am, sitting in an empty classroom and not fulfilling my duties as a friend by cheering my hardest for him.
It wasn't Harry fault that he was so popular or famous or skilled. He just was. Besides, I have my own talents..I suppose. But ever since I met Harry, my biggest job is just being his best friend. His sidekick, his partner in crime. Don't get me wrong; we have some kick-ass times. We have a blast together. I wouldn't trade our adventures for all the gold in Gringotts vaults. Deep down though, I'm jealous of him.
I know it makes me sound like a terrible best friend, but I can't help myself sometimes. We'll be sitting in the common room and I'll catch myself wishing that I was the one that all the first years adored. That hushed revere followed wherever I went. Wishing that one of the girls in the corner was whispering about me.
Then there's her. Hermione; the third member to the Terrific (sometimes Terrible, depending on who was speaking) Trio. She was smart and she was loyal. She was pretty. I had just begun to notice that Hermione wasn't as dorky as she looked a long time ago. She was actually very pleasant looking now. I watch her all the time now. She watches someone else though. Her glances at Harry give her away. I think I felt even worse when I saw Harry return her look occasionally. The first time I had seen it, I had suddenly felt very awkward and very alone. What if they fall in love? Maybe they already have but they don't know it. I'll have no one then.
A few weeks ago, Hermione leaned over my shoulder and saw I was reading a book entry about Harry. "Some people are so lucky. Don't you wish you could have it all?" she sighed softly. I looked up at her to say something, but her attention was on his picture, the green eyes that graced the page.
I don't think any of this is what bothers me most. I think what makes me feel this way is that Harry is loved in a way no body else is. He has a special, universal love from everybody. It's like an air; an aura about him that one can feel when he steps into a room. There are people out there willing to die for Harry. To, without thought, lie down their lives for his. He's parents did. Most of Hogwarts would. I know Hagrid would protect Harry. Hell, my family would. I know Hermione would sacrifice everything for Harry without a backwards glance. And I would too, if the need ever arise. That scares the hell out of me. I would willingly trade my life for his. It scares me because I don't know if he would do the same for me.
So, as I sit here in this empty room, slowly rotating in my chair, I ponder my life in the shadows of the Great Harry Potter, the boy who lived. And I always wonder, what shadows does he live in?
A Harry Potter Fan Fiction. I do not own or invent any of these characters/events/or ideas.
Right. Left. Right again. Right. Now to the left. Left. Back to the right. I was getting a little dizzy spinning around in this stupid chair. Maybe if I throw up, someone would pay attention to me. I frown because I know I shouldn't think like that. Besides, the whole school is busy watching Harry drive Gryffindor to another Quidditch victory. Instead, here I am, sitting in an empty classroom and not fulfilling my duties as a friend by cheering my hardest for him.
It wasn't Harry fault that he was so popular or famous or skilled. He just was. Besides, I have my own talents..I suppose. But ever since I met Harry, my biggest job is just being his best friend. His sidekick, his partner in crime. Don't get me wrong; we have some kick-ass times. We have a blast together. I wouldn't trade our adventures for all the gold in Gringotts vaults. Deep down though, I'm jealous of him.
I know it makes me sound like a terrible best friend, but I can't help myself sometimes. We'll be sitting in the common room and I'll catch myself wishing that I was the one that all the first years adored. That hushed revere followed wherever I went. Wishing that one of the girls in the corner was whispering about me.
Then there's her. Hermione; the third member to the Terrific (sometimes Terrible, depending on who was speaking) Trio. She was smart and she was loyal. She was pretty. I had just begun to notice that Hermione wasn't as dorky as she looked a long time ago. She was actually very pleasant looking now. I watch her all the time now. She watches someone else though. Her glances at Harry give her away. I think I felt even worse when I saw Harry return her look occasionally. The first time I had seen it, I had suddenly felt very awkward and very alone. What if they fall in love? Maybe they already have but they don't know it. I'll have no one then.
A few weeks ago, Hermione leaned over my shoulder and saw I was reading a book entry about Harry. "Some people are so lucky. Don't you wish you could have it all?" she sighed softly. I looked up at her to say something, but her attention was on his picture, the green eyes that graced the page.
I don't think any of this is what bothers me most. I think what makes me feel this way is that Harry is loved in a way no body else is. He has a special, universal love from everybody. It's like an air; an aura about him that one can feel when he steps into a room. There are people out there willing to die for Harry. To, without thought, lie down their lives for his. He's parents did. Most of Hogwarts would. I know Hagrid would protect Harry. Hell, my family would. I know Hermione would sacrifice everything for Harry without a backwards glance. And I would too, if the need ever arise. That scares the hell out of me. I would willingly trade my life for his. It scares me because I don't know if he would do the same for me.
So, as I sit here in this empty room, slowly rotating in my chair, I ponder my life in the shadows of the Great Harry Potter, the boy who lived. And I always wonder, what shadows does he live in?