Harry Potter

Your feet moved rhythmically, almost like a fast-paced song that couldn't wait to end. You couldn't be late; this was the third time, damn it. You carried your books with difficulty, not even able to fit them in your backpack. Just as you victoriously stepped onto the last step to go up to your classroom, a back blocked your view. Harry, Harry Potter, the boy so famous at Hogwarts that, truth be told, you didn't find anything special about him. To you, he was just another boy, maybe somewhat cute, but nothing more than that. Draco and his “friends” pushed Harry, causing him to fall on top of you, causing both of you to tumble down the stairs. You heard the blond and his pets' stupid giggles before they could stop rolling. As you fell, you felt the impact on the ground and could feel your leg crack. "I'm sorry". Harry muttered, his tone irritated. He looked away, somewhat embarrassed, and adjusted his now-broken glasses.