The Angels Never Sang

The Angels Never Sang

I can't believe there was ever a time when I was envious of Harry. I used to think he had the world at his fingertips and could have anything he wanted, simply because he was The Boy Who Lived. The truth is that he's probably envious of me. Harry may have all the material possessions that I sometimes wish were mine, but he has had to go without many of the things that are really important in life. I feel bad that it has taken me this long to figure out that the angels never sang for Harry Potter.

The angels never sang when his parents were taken from him at such an early age. Before I met Harry, I took for granted that I had parents and a family that loved and cared for me the way they do. I never understood how the simplest things were so astonishing to him; the Burrow had always been my home and was nothing special to me, but to Harry it was the greatest thing in the world. It took me a while to understand why he felt that way, but more run-ins with the Dursleys opened my eyes to just how much Harry was missing out on by not having a loving home. My parents consider him a part of our family, and I know he thinks of me as the brother he was never given the chance to have, so I guess it's fitting that I find myself trying to give him the support he needs.

The angels never sang when Voldemort (yeah, I said his name) was coming after Harry. Never. Not once. I simply can't imagine what it would be like to live my life knowing that I was being hunted. Worse yet, every witch and wizard from London to Transylvania expected him to single-handedly save the world. That's a tall order for any witch or wizard, and I personally have no idea how Harry managed to stay sane through the whole ordeal.

And the angels sure as hell weren't singing when half the wizarding world believed him to be nothing more than a nutter looking for attention. Anyone that really knew Harry would know that to be the farthest thing from the truth. Sure, he gets a little hotheaded at times, but he's not a nutter. And the guy is the most reluctant celebrity I've ever known. Harry is the anti-Gilderoy Lockhart of our world. The look on his face every time someone asks for his autograph says it all. The poor guy actually gets scared, even now.

I really do feel bad for all the bad things that Harry has had to endure throughout his life. I used to wish that I had some of the fame and fortune that he had, but once I realized how he gained them, they didn't sound all that great. He's only famous because he survived an attack his parents were unable to survive. And Harry has never flaunted his financial position. In fact, I think it makes him uncomfortable that he has so much and others have so little.

It would be easy for me to go on and on about all the times the angels never sang for Harry. But the truth is that I know they want so bad to sing for him. He deserves it more than any person I know.