Your Biggest Fan
by Lily Day
I still remember the first time that I met you. You were sitting there, all alone in the compartment, gazing out the window with the emptiest look I'd ever seen. I walked in and sat down, telling you some fib about the other compartments being full up. Really, I just wanted to make you smile, to get that Peter-Pan-little-boy-lost look out of your eyes.
Your goddamn green eyes.
Green like... not like grass... not like glass bottles... not like anything in this world. People say you have your mum's eyes. I disagree. I've seen photos. Her eyes may be green but they're nothing like yours. You've got some sort of Veela magic or a hypnotizing spell, I swear. How else could you make me do anything for you with just one glance?
Sorry, I'm rambling. Well, when you pushed back your bangs to show me that scar, the scar that you were famous for, I wasn't impressed. So? It was just a scar. I have one on my shoulder from where Bill dropped a frying pan on me when he was trying to make beans and toast.
No, your scar didn't impress me, you impressed me.
You were so funny and nice and open and so happy to have me around. No one's ever been like that before. You were happy to have me around. Me. People are happy to have the kind Charlie Weasley around, the sexy Bill Weasley, the smart Percy Weasley, the funny Fred and George Weasley, the shy Ginny Weasley. No one was ever happy to have the boring, normal Ron Weasley around.
But you were.
By merely liking me you were defying everything I knew. Life was set in it's ways. All of us had places to fill and would spend our entire lives one way. But you didn't. You had lived when you should have died. You had been despised when anyone could see you ought to be cared for. You were a brilliant wizard but you hardly knew a thing about magic. You were... what's that word that Hermione uses?... conundrum. You were a conundrum. You were like nothing I had ever seen before and I still haven't seen anything remotely like you.
Jeez. I'm babbling. I actually had a point that I was going to make but I got lost thinking about you. That happens a lot, actually. OK, I'll just get to the point.
Some witches and wizards may claim to know you, may claim to be your biggest fan. They don't know you. They know Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. I don't know who the hell he is. But I do know who Harry is. Harry is my first and best friend. harry is smart and funny and kind and brave and Gryffindor but not quite. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived may have loads of fans and they mistake you for him but I want you to know...
Harry, no matter what, I'll always be your biggest fan.
I still remember the first time that I met you. You were sitting there, all alone in the compartment, gazing out the window with the emptiest look I'd ever seen. I walked in and sat down, telling you some fib about the other compartments being full up. Really, I just wanted to make you smile, to get that Peter-Pan-little-boy-lost look out of your eyes.
Your goddamn green eyes.
Green like... not like grass... not like glass bottles... not like anything in this world. People say you have your mum's eyes. I disagree. I've seen photos. Her eyes may be green but they're nothing like yours. You've got some sort of Veela magic or a hypnotizing spell, I swear. How else could you make me do anything for you with just one glance?
Sorry, I'm rambling. Well, when you pushed back your bangs to show me that scar, the scar that you were famous for, I wasn't impressed. So? It was just a scar. I have one on my shoulder from where Bill dropped a frying pan on me when he was trying to make beans and toast.
No, your scar didn't impress me, you impressed me.
You were so funny and nice and open and so happy to have me around. No one's ever been like that before. You were happy to have me around. Me. People are happy to have the kind Charlie Weasley around, the sexy Bill Weasley, the smart Percy Weasley, the funny Fred and George Weasley, the shy Ginny Weasley. No one was ever happy to have the boring, normal Ron Weasley around.
But you were.
By merely liking me you were defying everything I knew. Life was set in it's ways. All of us had places to fill and would spend our entire lives one way. But you didn't. You had lived when you should have died. You had been despised when anyone could see you ought to be cared for. You were a brilliant wizard but you hardly knew a thing about magic. You were... what's that word that Hermione uses?... conundrum. You were a conundrum. You were like nothing I had ever seen before and I still haven't seen anything remotely like you.
Jeez. I'm babbling. I actually had a point that I was going to make but I got lost thinking about you. That happens a lot, actually. OK, I'll just get to the point.
Some witches and wizards may claim to know you, may claim to be your biggest fan. They don't know you. They know Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. I don't know who the hell he is. But I do know who Harry is. Harry is my first and best friend. harry is smart and funny and kind and brave and Gryffindor but not quite. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived may have loads of fans and they mistake you for him but I want you to know...
Harry, no matter what, I'll always be your biggest fan.