Harry Potter is my best friend. How many people in the world are lucky enough to say that? Only two- Hermione Granger and myself. We all met on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago. Before then, Harry had grown up as an orphan, under the care of his dreadful Aunt and Uncle in the most horrible of places, even though he was too humble to say so.

Back then I knew him only as the 'Famous Harry Potter.' The boy who had managed to live through a horrible curse, cast by a horrible wizard. He was only a baby then, and had no knowledge of any magical power he might possess. But after that first year, after I saw him defeat Voldemort once again, I started to see him in a new light. I started to see him as a brave, courageous friend.

But as second and third years went by, I started to feel over shadowed by my dear friend. And in fourth year I became completely jealous and for months I couldn't even talk to him, though I longed his companionship. I thought he wanted all the attention he got- I know I certainly did- but don't you see?

Harry Potter- the boy who lived- was just an ordinary boy. An ordinary boy with pressures and burdens that no man- let alone child or teenager- should ever have to bare. He tried to lead a normal life but how could his life be normal?

In fifth year, the only man Harry had ever loved as a father died while rescuing him. He had now lost his mother, father, and Sirius Black while trying to save his life and many others were to follow.

The guilt of this began to suffocate him. Harry took to locking himself in his room- too depressed to speak to anyone. He worked twice as hard at his goal- to kill the cruelest wizard in a century.

And he succeeded in not only that but in becoming the most powerful wizard ever and the best friend anybody could have. As long as folk-lore is alive and tales are still told, the story of Harry Potter will live on," Ron's voice trailed off as he finished. As he stood in front of so many people, a single tear slid from his eye, as he looked at the casket holding his dear friend with messy hair, glasses and a lightning bolt shaped scar.