Disclaimer: J.K Rowling is the genius. I'm just the copycat :)

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In the past, he was shorter, with shorter hair, and a shorter temper.

In the past, he lived in fear of the Acromantula under his bed, and of not having enough time to fit a quick game of Quidditch in before bed.

In the past, he hated girls. They were far too giggly and, well…girly for his liking.

In the past, he didn't realise how good-looking he was, how smart he was…or how lucky he was. He just took each day as a whole new adventure, and if things went wrong, he just waited for tomorrow.

He didn't understand that there might not always be a tomorrow.

In the past, little things made him smile. His mum reading him a bedtime story. His dad producing smoke rings from his wand to keep him amused. His favourite mint choc chip ice-cream. Simple things, not that vital.

But in the past, they were everything to him.

Because in the past, he wasn't aware of the truly important things in life, like love and friendship and family. He wasn't aware of the dangers in the world, the problems life could hold.

He'd never experienced betrayal, loss, heartbreak or pain. He'd never even given them a second thought.

He was oblivious to all that. Completely, totally, blissfully oblivious.

In his past, all he did was look forward to his future. Little did he know that in the future, all he would look back to and wish for was his past.