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But, Dad...

Goodbye, Then

The hall is dead silent. No one is eating or whispering or even moving.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the one who defeated the Dark Lord- Harry Potter has a squib for a son.

A squib who was my friend.

He looks over at me, with those bright green eyes, and I raise my hand to wave, mouthing, ‘Sorry.’

Then he looks away, McGonagall leading him out of the Great Hall. Later that evening, I find out he’s been sent home. A heavy sigh fills my chest, and as I lay in the four-poster bed in the Gryffindor tower, I imagine what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t been a squib. He’d probably be in Gryffindor, and maybe we would’ve roomed together. He’d be good at charms, maybe, and I’d be good at potions, and we’d help each other out with our classes.

I wonder if he’ll need glasses when he’s older, like Potter. Or maybe he won’t, because I don’t think Ginny Weasley has ever had glasses in the pictures I’ve seen her in, unless she has contacts?

I like that his eyes are green. I wish I had green eyes.