Harry was wallowing in self pity today. Being 'the boy who lived' was daunting sometimes, and he often worried about not living up to the name. After all, Harry was faced with danger every single year.

"Come on, Harry." Came Hermione's voice, in a hope to comfort her friend. "This is who you are. You wouldn't be the same Harry Potter if your life wasn't like this." Well, he would still be her friend, she knew that. But everything that happened to the trio was becoming second nature. It was meant to happen.

"It's not normal for everyone else, but it's normal for you. And me, and Ron."

"Is it, Hermione? Is it really normal that I have cast horrible defensive spells almost every year of being at this school just to live?" He frowned as he looked to his friend. "I sometimes wish I was just a regular student. One that worried about doing the levitating spell or something like that."

Wingardium Leviosa. If only he could use lovely spells like that more often.

Instead, spells such as 'stupefy' were becoming a part of his regular vocabulary. He hated it, and hated being different.