The Girl Who Loved Them
My boys. My friends. My brothers I never had. Always trying to protect me even though I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't mind though when they do that, because I know then that they love me the way I love them. Harry who's gotten more and more depressed since he heard about this; and Ron who still tries to be so cheerful. I'd die for either of them and they know it. Harry didn't even have to tell me that I didn't have to be there tonight. He knew I'd be there, standing up for him the same as I did in first year, covering up about that troll. If only I knew then what I do now: that trolls were going to be the least of the problems we'd face . . . No, even with what I know now I wouldn't have changed a thing. Not the way I helped them, covered for them, stuck my neck out for them, at different times fell in and out of love and hate with them. Krum had nothing on the way Harry used to make me almost cry when he was so determined to put everyone else before himself, even if it would turn out to be the wrong choice. And Ron, for all our fights, no one could ever make me laugh like he could. I wouldn't have given up friendship with either of them for all the magic in Hogwarts. Fitting how we're going to do this together, like the three musketeers. If I come through tonight alive I must read that book again. A reminder of what I once had. Because after tonight nothing will be the same. Seven years of friendship comes to this. All for one and one for all. Tonightonightonight . . .
My boys. My friends. My brothers I never had. Always trying to protect me even though I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't mind though when they do that, because I know then that they love me the way I love them. Harry who's gotten more and more depressed since he heard about this; and Ron who still tries to be so cheerful. I'd die for either of them and they know it. Harry didn't even have to tell me that I didn't have to be there tonight. He knew I'd be there, standing up for him the same as I did in first year, covering up about that troll. If only I knew then what I do now: that trolls were going to be the least of the problems we'd face . . . No, even with what I know now I wouldn't have changed a thing. Not the way I helped them, covered for them, stuck my neck out for them, at different times fell in and out of love and hate with them. Krum had nothing on the way Harry used to make me almost cry when he was so determined to put everyone else before himself, even if it would turn out to be the wrong choice. And Ron, for all our fights, no one could ever make me laugh like he could. I wouldn't have given up friendship with either of them for all the magic in Hogwarts. Fitting how we're going to do this together, like the three musketeers. If I come through tonight alive I must read that book again. A reminder of what I once had. Because after tonight nothing will be the same. Seven years of friendship comes to this. All for one and one for all. Tonightonightonight . . .