SnitchSeeker.com - Harry Potter: Changes

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Authors note/ just a one shot. Hope u enjoy it as much as i did writing it.

CHANGES

If somebody was to ask me what I hated more in this life, I believe the answer would surprise a lot of people. Some believe that the obvious answer would be Voldemort. Some will say Malfoy. Some people might even say it was professor Snape. However the thing I hate and fear the most is change. Now I know what you must be thinking. The-Boy -Who-Lived afraid of change? I never knew that change was my biggest fear but after thinking about my life and how I have been living it becomes more obvious every second.

When I came to Hogwarts for the very first time I was terrified. I was taken out of my aunt and uncle’s place, and though I was grateful to get out of there I was terrified to leave .It was the only thing I knew. Even though I didn’t have any friends or had any freedom my entire life had been spent in that place. When I met Ron for the first time I was so happy ...but terrified at the same time. My mind was going crazy because first of all, I’d never had a friend before and second at the Dursley’s I was not permitted to talk too much so I had no idea what was I going to say.

When Ron and me started befriending Hermione it was a very strange experience for me. I had never dealt with a girl before. And even though Hermione was not a girly-girl it was still weird for me. I loved the friends and relationships I had formed at school but every time I was to go back to the Dursley’s it scared me to think how things have changed. The fact that I had to deal with Dudley again gave me plenty headaches.

I believe the scariest time in my life was my third year at school. Even with the threat of Sirius wanting my head on a plate was pushed back for a moment when I looked at the mirror at the boys bathroom. I almost did not recognize myself. Who was that boy standing in front of me? I had changed and turned into a teenager without even noticing and I perished at the thought that not only my body but also my mind was changing. I started noticing girls not in a bad way like they were the enemy but how good or bad they looked. Afraid I was the only one going through the changes I kept the thoughts and feelings to myself. The night Hermione and me freed Sirus was a terrifyingly exciting night. I was happy because for the first time I had found family that not only cared about me but also wanted to spend time with me. On the other hand I was scared because I knew that at any moment he could be taken away from me and I did not know if I could ever survive the loss.
My fourth year at Hogwarts was one of extremely happy and sad moments. Nothing was normal that year. Feelings were running wild and each and every one of them was as intense as the other. My first big fight with Ron, my first date and the first time I saw Hermione in a dress were some of the memorable ones. The night when I lost a friend and was face to face with my enemy for the first was a devastating time for me. Not only was the man-who-gave-me the-bloody-scar out there but also my schoolmate was dead just because I was the boy-with-the-bloody-scar.

On my fifth year I received the biggest blow to date. Not only was I miserable because of a death that was my fault but also the ex-girlfriend of the deceased boy wanted to date me just so that we could talk about him. I had to take the O.W.L.S. and that wasn’t a pleasant time either. Having to take extra-classes with Snape did not help my mood very much. I thought that nothing else could go wrong until the day I went to the Department of Mysteries. That day …that day that I will curse with all my being was the most horrible day of my life. Sirius was dead, gone and I could do nothing to prevent it. I screamed till I had no voice. I cried till I had no tears left. That day the only change in my life that I was looking forward to, which was to live with Sirius, was not going to happen. My dreams were crushed and my prayers denied on that dreadful day.

I have been sixteen years old for five minutes and suddenly all of these thoughts have hit me. And I understand why they did. I never really understood the meaning of change. I thought change was something big, something bad, something I should be afraid of. Its sad that most of my changes have been sad but in all of these years I found who I really am. I am not Harry Potter the-boy-who lived. I am Harry Potter and I am a magical kid who has many friends and many enemies and this day at this hour I promise that no more families like the Diggory’s will have to suffer or anybody will be afraid to mention Voldemort’s name. I will defeat him…Even if it takes my life in the process. And the world will change not because of me, but because we no longer have to be afraid. This last change will be for good.

The end