My life is… not glamorous. I am not an auror, I am not a medi-wizard or anything so obviously looked up to. I am a teacher. Oh, people glorify it, say that it is the most important job there is, but they don't believe it. Hell, I don't believe it. Perhaps I would have greater respect for my job if I taught something actually useful. You see, Muggle Studies is the joke of the staff. Why, you ask, do you teach if you hate it so much. I can offer only this as an explanation: Do you love your job? I thought not. I won't deny it, sometimes I do enjoy teaching, but those moments are the briefest of the brief, for they are always followed by the inevitable demands of daily work. They are like a blink, a brief moment of respite and bliss from the demands of daily life, always followed by a jarring return to reality.
I often wonder, why do I not leave? Is it because, somewhere, deep-down, I really love teaching? Or is it something much simpler and more basic? Is it that I have nowhere else to go, no other way to support my myself? I suppose it is the latter. As much as you and I both wish that it were the former, I fear that it is not so.
But you aren't reading this to hear about my personal problems with my occupational choice. You want some mention of that famous trio, the other known quantities. I can't really tell you much as I've never really known them. I only ever had Hermione, and then only for one year. She was a nice girl, but always a little frazzled. So the answer to that inevitable question - what's it like to teach Harry Potter? - is simply, I do not know. If you want an accurate reaction to him, ask Minerva, she's his head of house. I never had him - understandably, from what I hear, the Muggles he lives with are not the nicest people (or the brightest, but that is beside the point) in the world - so I do not know.
He's never been a source of great fascination to me. I just figured that he got lucky (or unlucky depending on how you look at it) the day they handed out the life cards. If he wants to go chase You-Know-Who, it's his business, not mine. I suppose, however, that I will continue my musings on him since that is what this is all supposed to be about. I've always wondered how tragic his life can be considered. True, his parents died when he survived, but he never knew them, never had any real reason to grieve. I think that his life is much more a sad combination of extremely unfortunate events, but not tragic. If he had known his parents, then yes, it could be considered tragic.
I don't know, I'm just a Muggle Studies teacher who hates her job, but has nothing else to do. It's not like I'm the world authority on what qualifies as tragic, but then, I am entitled to my thoughts. And there, I am the world authority on everything, so what does it matter, really?
Well, ta, I've got another class to teach.
A/N: I'm updating this sooner than I intended to, I meant to wait until tomorrow, but what the hey? Thanks to Twilight L. Xari for being my beta, and to ShadowRaine and ananda9 for reviewing. I will wait until tomorrow to update however.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This work of fiction was made entirely for entertainment purposes and no money was made because of it. This goes for the previous chapter as well because I forgot to put one in.