We shared a dorm with them for years. Six years, to be exact. We never thought that we were sleeping in the same room as heroes.
They complain about the obligation. The pressure. The expectation. But we know they'll get over it. They're already going to be heroes. They do it without trying. They save people. Especially Harry.
I don't blame them for feeling pressured. They've got the world on their shoulders. But we can't help carry it. They've been heroes for years, and they don't even know it.
They say Harry might die. They say he'll have to kill Him. I guess when you're a hero, nothing is small anymore. He was a hero when he was born. He complains about it. He wants to be normal, we wants someone else to take his place. He doesn't understand.
We can't take his place. He's a hero, and we're not. His closest friends are heroes, and they're untouchable. No matter how hard they try, they will always be separate. They will always be worth more.
I don't blame them for hating it. I blame them for not understanding. We can't know their problems. We're not at their level. We can only watch from outside as they save our lives.
The Prophet got it wrong. Harry's not mental. He's perfect. Perfect for the job he's been given. He'll do it, I know that. And when he's rewarded for it, he won't mention us. He'll thank Ron and Hermione, he'll thank his friends for fighting with him.
They're heroes already. They just don't know it. We'll support them, of course. But our battles will be different. They're heroes. That's what they do. They save people.
