"who is he," i asked the kid next to me.

"the boy with glasses? and the lightning scar?"

i nodded.

"you don't know who he is?"

"should i," i asked, my voice full of nervous tension.

"how can you just not know who he is?"

"i just don't."

"muggle-born," the kid asked, and i nodded.

"he's harry potter. the boy who lived. the only one to ever __ the killing curse." his voice lowered to a whisper. "he's the only one to ever defeat you-know-who."

"you-know-who?"

"he was a wizard. a dark, dark wizard."

i nodded my head vigorously, still completely confused.

*a camera clicks*

"here's a camera," one of my friends said. "land a picture with harry potter, and you get to keep it."

"think i could get his signature too?"

"ever heard of smiled pictures," my friend asked with a grin.

*a camera clicks*

i spotted harry in the courtyard and walked up to me.

after some time, he finally notices me, and he stares right at me.

i blushed.

*a camera clicks*

professor lockhart ruined the pictures. i was upset. it was supposed to be a picture of harry and me. and he ruined it.

*a camera clicks*