The girl that I saved from the Dark Lord
Karma, fate, destiny. Whatever you want to call it, I'm sure it's why this happened to me.
I never would of thought five, no, three, no, not even one year ago, that I'd feel like this. I mean, It's not exactly something you expect, falling in love with your best mate's little sister.
The world never was that nice to me. I mean, I never knew my parents, Sirius was killed, my future was determined before I was even born.
But why couldn't it of happened a couple years earlier? Back when she fancied me? You have no idea what it's been like, languishing in love while she merrily asks out other boys right under my nose. Must be a girl thing.
I haven't been on a date since fifth year. Fifth year! Ron's been on more dates than me.
Yeah, only about fifty more, he and Hermione did go out for a year before she nearly killed him.
No! I hate it when this happens. I always end up in an internal argument. Every day. Every single one! And I always lose, too.
Just give it to the stupid dwarf!
But it's not perfect!
Who are you? Aunt Petunia?
Fine, I'll hand it over.
Good.
See? I lost again.
You can't lose. I'm you too, and I always win.
See how hard it is to be me? Not only did the girl of my dreams give up on me before I knew she was the girl of my dreams, but I'm going insane!
At least you admit it. The first step to recovery, you know.
"Shut up!" Damn, I said that out loud.
He's staring at me. The dwarf is staring at me.
Apologize!
"Oh, I'm sorry, I er, was having an argument inside my head," I told the dwarf.
Great lie.
Urgh.
"I can't believe he's doing this," said Lily. She looked away from her son, to her husband.
"He's full of Gryffindor spirit," replied James, as he walked into his son.
"Honestly, James. It's been sixteen years. That joke is getting kind of old." He walked out of his son.
"Well, like father like son. Poems worked to get a redhead to notice me." He grinned smugly at his wife.
"Heaven forbid he inherited your writing ability."
"Let's go ask them."
"Who?"
"The people who forbid things, up in heaven." He nodded upward.
"Honestly, James."
I think I overdid the laughing a bit.
Just a bit, yeah.
Fine, I overdid it a lot. I just couldn't help it. It was just like...
I know, I know. Just like Ginny's.
Speaking of Ginny...
No. Thinking of Ginny.
Yeah, whatever, but that's her at the end of the corridor. And that's a -
Oh no.
Oh no.
Dwarf! Run!
I can't. It's one of those times that the narrative says that my feet seem to be stuck to the floor.
This is first person. There is no narrative. Run!
Oh, yeah.
That was close.
Why did we run?
Er, I'm not all that sure. But we're not a we. We're a, oh, I guess we are a we.
I knew I was insane.
Hang on.
What?
That wasn't our dwarf. That one was shorter. That was the one that delivered Ron's. And it wasn't singing.
So we just ran all the way back to Gryffindor for nothing.
Well, not all the way.
"Hey, Harry." Ginny. She's right there. What do I say? What do I say?
"Hey, Gin."
How'd you do that?
I'm you. I can talk if I want to.
I miss sanity.
"Can you believe how panicked he was?" asked Sirius, who decided to come watch his godson make a fool of himself.
"I know," said James to his best friend. "He really missed out on a lot with your sister, Lil. He never got to learn from me."
"Doesn't he see she still likes him?" asked Lily.
"She what?" asked James. "How can you tell? She's been dating half the school!"
"She has dated four people. Michael Corner, Dean Thomas, Terry Boot, and Zacharias Smith."
"She dated Smith? That git? Harry should find someone else. She has no taste at all." Sirius looked stricken.
"She fancied Harry for four years. How dare you insult my son!" said James, mock-angrily.
"Shut up!" said Lily. "She didn't fancy Harry for four years. She's fancied him for nearly seven. Since the platform when she was ten."
"How do you know?"
"We don't have to only watch our child..."
"Ginny Weasley!" called the fat little dwarf, running as fast as it could to get to where Ginny and I stood.
"I have a singing Valentine for Miss Ginny Weasley."
Not now.
Bloody hell.
"Not another bloody Valentine." Apparently Ginny had gotten quite a few this year.
How could she not?
He's opening the scroll. Oh no. Oh no.
Can you run?
What'll she think of me then?
Good point. She'd think you were so selfish that you couldn't even spare a minute for someone else.
"Here is your singing Valentine," I'm visibly cringing. I know it.
"Her eyes are as brown as a brown painted boat,
Her hair, Gryffindor colored.
I wish she was mine, she's really divine,
The girl that I saved from the Dark Lord!"
Maybe she doesn't know it's from me?
Oh, yeah. Half the boys in school have saved her from the Dark Lord. It's the latest fad.
Why did you put that in?
It was your idea!
Yours too!
"Er..." Who said that? Was that me or her?
I think both.
"Harry? Did you..."
Look down. Look down at the floor. Ah, good Harry. "Yes."
She's gaping at us!
Do something!
What?
I don't know. Kiss her?
Okay. Not hard. Just have to kiss her. I've never kissed anyone before! What do I do?
I've never kissed anyone either. How should I know?
Shut up! Just let me think straight, and then I can properly narrate this part to the reader.
Fine.
I kissed her. It was short, clumsy, and not all that well planned, but at least it was dry.
"Do you want to, er, go to Hogsmeade, tomorrow? With us? I mean me? With me?" Damn, I blew that one. She'll never say yes to that.
"Yes."
YES!!!
She's smiling at me.
"What an original poem, too," she said teasingly.
"How did she know?" asked James. "She knows about our poems!"
"No, she means it's like hers. From her first year. You know, "Fresh pickled toad.'"
"Oh, yeah. Isn't it odd that all of us wrote nearly the same poem? Me, you, Ginny, Luna, and Harry?"
"It all proves one thing," said Lily.
"What?" asked Sirius. "That the lack of poetry skills is hereditary?"
"No. And yes. But no, it all proves that the pen is mightier than the sword."
They stared at her blankly.
"I mean," she noticed the mistake, "the quill is mightier than the wand."
"Right."