You have always been the less popular one out of you and your twin brother. He had survived Lord Voldemort, while you were being babysat when it happened. Nevertheless, you went through all the same things he went through (minus the Voldemort parts), you went through the Dursleys' trouble as well. Not to mention you were getting bullied by Pansy Parkinson, which you would never tell Harry. Even though other people treat you like garbage, Harry, Hermione, and Ron have always treated you nicely. Harry loved you (sibling love, of course), you were his twin, and he was yours. You always had a bond, except you weren't starting to feel it as much lately.

Your team had won the Quidditch Match! All because you scored the last point, and you were so excited to have beaten Slytherin, but when you looked over at Harry, he was getting praised for "helping" the Gryffindor team win. No one was praising you. Then, you saw none other than -- Draco Malfoy. Your brothers enemy, and you didn't like him too much either. "Hello, Potter." He says, saying your last name like it's a disease. But it looked like this time, he wasn't here to tease you like normal. He had noticed you won, and that your brother was getting all the credit..