I fear for him. I always fear from him. I don't when I started to be so afraid for the boy I call my friend, for the boy everyone else calls the Boy-Who-Lived. Can't they see the torture he has to go through to continue living?

First year. When we went down to get the Stone, I don't think anyone actually thought that one of us might get hurt or even die. Oh, sure Fluffy looked dangerous, but we knew the trick. The Devil's Snare was a joke, to put it simply, and the keys were little challenge to the youngest seeker of the century. Thankfully I learnt to fly by then and could help the boys. Then came the chess set. That was when we finally realised that this is a deadly game, but we had to carry on. The Stone was waiting for us.

Then came the troll, taken care of. I honestly had no clue how the two of us could have defeated a full grown mountain troll. Snape's riddle was a joke to my Muggle-trained mind.

But then he told me there isn't enough for the two of us. I knew he was right.

And I was suddenly afraid.

He would be alone during the confrontation.

I perfectly knew that I would not be much of a help in a real all-out duel, but I just wanted to be there, help him with my intellect, as I always did. Fate denied me the chance. I had to go back and warn Dumbledore. The thought struck me as odd; why didn't we warn him before we came down? But I didn't ponder on it for long, because I wanted to get help to Harry as soon as possible.

He came out all right.

Everything changed then.

During the second year, he was hearing things we didn't and it scared me. When I finally figured out the riddle (both figuratively and literally) I was petrified and could not help him, once again. I was happier when I saw him than when I became un-petrified. When you are petrified, all you can do is think – and I knew that eventually they would cure me; but my mind kept creating scenarios, one worse than the other, all of them involving Harry dying.

But he came out alright.

Third year I was a nervous wreck. Added to my constant fear for Harry, I used a Time-Turner. Sirius Black was at large and I knew (wrongly) that he was after Harry. But he was not, and we ended up saving him, in an adventure that could have catastrophically altered the timeline.

But he came out alright.

Our fourth year, I can't even begin to describe. The ordeal with Ron shook Harry badly, but at least Ron wasn't trying to kill him. Someone else was. Dragons, (and a reconciliation) mermaids, and then the maze. The Maze. From the stands, we could see into the maze slightly, and we definitely saw the middle. I don't think I ever run so fast when I saw two small figures grab the Cup and then disappear.

But he came out alright.

And now it is summer. I'm going to see him tonight once again, after the long stay at Privet Drive. And I'm more afraid for him than ever. Voldemort is back, and he's after Harry.

There is a loud thump and a scream coming from downstairs. I snap my mask into place. I can't show fear in front of him.

I'm his beacon.