Topic 213 - E.M. Forster quote
There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.
Coming back from a war like the one we have proves that there's too much sorrow in this world. Friends and family we all lost because one wizard and his group of followers thought they were the ones who needed to be calling the shots. Look where it got them. Ever since this war really started and when... Voldemort came back again, it wasn't stopping. One body after another and up until the end it only got worse by the day. Who needs to make up their own load of bad times or even want it to happen to them.
During our fourth year at Hogwarts I was that bloke for a while. Ever since I'd known him, Harry was the one people recognized and awed at when we were in a group. The chosen one, the boy who lived. I knew better than to think he'd been the one to put his name in the Cup, but I was jealous. So bloody jealous that I acted like a git for half the year. Then he had the task with the dragons (that I warned him about, by the way) and I was right happy that I wasn't the one on the other side of that wand fighting that Horntail. I was just perfect being the one in the stands cheering his best mate on from a safe distance.
That's a dumb way of looking at it, but I guess someone wishing or coming up with ways to make their life more miserable is just mad. There's not really any other kind of way to put it.
Coming back from a war like the one we have proves that there's too much sorrow in this world. Friends and family we all lost because one wizard and his group of followers thought they were the ones who needed to be calling the shots. Look where it got them. Ever since this war really started and when... Voldemort came back again, it wasn't stopping. One body after another and up until the end it only got worse by the day. Who needs to make up their own load of bad times or even want it to happen to them.
During our fourth year at Hogwarts I was that bloke for a while. Ever since I'd known him, Harry was the one people recognized and awed at when we were in a group. The chosen one, the boy who lived. I knew better than to think he'd been the one to put his name in the Cup, but I was jealous. So bloody jealous that I acted like a git for half the year. Then he had the task with the dragons (that I warned him about, by the way) and I was right happy that I wasn't the one on the other side of that wand fighting that Horntail. I was just perfect being the one in the stands cheering his best mate on from a safe distance.
That's a dumb way of looking at it, but I guess someone wishing or coming up with ways to make their life more miserable is just mad. There's not really any other kind of way to put it.