The True Hero

An Understanding

I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. So I just sat in the common room by myself for a bit by the fire. I was soon joined by Harry.

"Can't sleep?" I asked him vaguely.

"Nope. You neither?"

"Nope."

We sat in silence for a little while.

"Do you like it?" I asked him after thinking to myself for a bit.

"What?" He looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

"Being famous. Do you like it?"

"No. Honestly, I hate it. I'm famous for something I have no memory of. I get stalked around school by some students and whenever a teacher is nice to me, people always assume I'm getting special treatment because I'm famous."

He turned to me.

"I know how I must look saying how it's so hard to be known as 'the chosen one' but it's hard knowing that's what I'll always be known as."

"No. I actually understand you more than probably anyone else."

He looked at me, he seemed as if he had yearned to hear those words for ages.

"You do?"

"Yeah it would be hard always being known as 'the chosen one' and never being able to get out of it."

I suddenly felt like I had a strong connection with Harry. After that small, meaningful talk with each other, I found myself having a strong respect for Harry. We had so much in common that I had never realised before.