Harry Potter has been my Hero for as long as I can remember.

I'm not sure whether I read about him or heard about him, but I know I was simply amazed.

The Savior of the Wizarding World、the Boy Who Lived, whatever else title you may call him, was the same age as I was, much younger when he first defeated You Know Who.

I'm 15 now, and still can't go from one classroom to another without tripping or forgetting something.

I couldn't believe it when we became friends.

Harry, my hero of all time, would sit at the meals and laugh along with me.

He'd defend me when Malfoy or some other Slytherin made fun of me, and tell me that they're wrong, that I should have confidence in myself.

Last year, at the Triwizard Tournament, I was totally freaked out.

Harry was standing there all alone in front of so many dangers that can get him hurt, or maybe even kill him.

I noticed how weak I was.

How useless I was.

That's why I promised to do my best when he (or Hermione to be exact) started the Dumbledore Army during fifth year.

Though I was the worst one there, I actually learned how to stun people, to produce a Patronus.

To face the Dark, to defend the people I care for.

For the first time, I was able to do something.

For the first time, I was given permission to stand next to Harry.

'Ron,' he would always say with the dazzling smile.

The smile I saw was what made me realize that not only was he my hero of all time, but also my first love.

I was in love with Harry.

Yet, from the first time I'd noticed my feelings, I gave up right away.

It was never me Harry has had in his heart, but 'Ron'.

Ron who was Harry's first friend.

Ron, who was Harry's best mate of life.

Ron, who was Harry's everything.

No one can love each other as much as they do.

The word 'love' isn't even enough to explain what they have in between them.

I swallowed the shameful jealousy that rose inside me, and promised Harry that I will forever be on his side.

Promised Ron that I would give him a hand whenever Harry was concerned.

Whatever happens, Harry will be my hero for saving me from the darkest emotions people can ever have.

Whatever happens, Harry will be my love that is beyond my reach, the love that would never come true.

Harry who is,

Harry that is,

Harry,

Harry,

Harry,

"Neville?"

I opened my eyes at the worried voice that came before me, to see the fragile body, obviously too small to carry the whole Wizarding World on his back, and the strong emerald eyes that are too bright to stare at.

The glasses he wore seemed to be a bit loose, hanging on his nose, but it allowed more attention to the long, batting eyelashes.

"Are you alright? You look-"

Before Harry can finish his sentence,

Before I can stop myself,

I pulled Harry into my arms and hugged him tightly as I can.