Just Susan
As I watched him and his friends, admirers, and followers bittersweet sort of sadness washed over me. I had to smile when he would crack a joke and kiss Ginny. It was the hopeless romantic inside of me. No one has ever loved me, I don't think.
I see articles in the newspaper about him every year. Even before he came to school, we all knew his name. Knew his story. He was the boy whose parents died to defend him, and because of his mother's love, he came out with only a scar on his forehead. He is pitied. He is loved. He is considered a hero among mere men.
Did you ever know my aunt? She was a wonderful woman. Amelia Susan Bones. I was named after her, you know. She was the head of The Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My parents are not part of the magical world, so my aunt was like a mentor to me. She was one of my best friends, really.
When she died, all we saw was an article smashed into the corner of The Daily Prophet. The front page had been taken up with an extensive story on 'The Chosen One.' They killed her, her husband, and my cousins. An entire family of them wiped out. If there is one thing I hope to do while in Dumbledore's Army, it is to avenge my family.
I saw her crying, with Hermione the other day. They were in the library. Her red hair was all over the place and she was muttering about him, and his losses, and his pain. It was not long before the both of them were engulfed in tears, comforting each other. No one has ever cried for me, I don't think.
But what can I expect, right? Gryffindors are far more important than we. Just because they're brave, does that make us all cowards? Oh yes, of course. We're just the leftovers. The untalented. Left in the shadows. Since we're not in Ravenclaw, our hard work must mean we're stupid, right?
I wish someone would have cared. I wish someone would have come up to me and said "Sorry Susan, about your family. Pity they've all died off." When his family died, he was credited for saving the world. He grew up into a young man with a life filled with love. But when mine died? A life filled with loneliness. And you know what the worst part is. It's made no difference to anyone else. I'm still Just Susan.
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Review and Maybe I'll do a segment on
Cho Chang
Dean Thomas
Theodore Nott
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You can decide. I just had to write another chapter because I cried in book six when Amelia Bones died and I thought they didn't give Susan justice. So there.