Defining Harry by ladylaughalot

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 10/05/2008
Last Updated: 02/02/2009
Status: Completed

Hermione is studying psychology and is asked to write an essay about the person she most
admires. The result is somewhat unexpected. The essay now added as chpt 2




1. Defining Harry
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A/N - Don't hate me because this is not an update of Oxford undercover. Believe me the next
update of that is coming very soon. This is something that has been in progress on my computer for
ages and that I've come back to every few months and done a little bit more to. Finally it is
now finished. I know Hermione is again a student at Oxford... please excuse the repetition of
theme, nothing else is the same. It's just that whenever I think about what Hermione would do
after Hogwarts I always see her wanting to go to University/College and the only one I can see her
attending is Oxford. I'm also loving the Harry has a telephone and gets an unexpected phone
call thing, I've got several WIPs on my hard drive that use that too and which will probably be
posted here one of these days. You'll just have to forgive me. Anyway enough of my lengthy
Author Note, on with the show.

**Defining Harry**

Harry was sitting in his living room watching television on a boring Sunday afternoon when
unexpectedly his telephone rang. He had a telephone so that he could call out for pizza on the
occasional Saturday night when he was at home, or so he could call a taxi without having to walk to
a telephone booth. There was only one person who had his phone number, mainly because all of his
friends were wizards and few of them knew what a telephone was much less how to use one, and he had
long since stopped expecting her to call him. Hermione was the person who had his number, but aside
from the odd annual or bi-annual reunion he rarely saw her and though she still sent cards for his
birthday and at Christmas she never wrote. He didn't think it was because she didn't care
and he hoped it wasn't because he had done something wrong, as far as he was aware it was
simply because they had drifted.

After Hogwarts he'd gone into the Ministries Auror training program and Hermione had gone to
Oxford to study law, she said it was important for her to understand how muggle law operated so
that she could effectively lobby for change to wizarding law. Harry understood what she was doing
but between their respective very busy schedules it wasn't long before they hardly ever saw
each other anymore. So although Harry was pleasantly surprised at just hearing the phone ring,
because he knew it was her, he was nonetheless surprised. He picked up the phone and put the
receiver to his ear.

`Hello?' he asked, he supposed it might not be Hermione, it might be a telemarketer.

`Harry!' Hermione's voice sounded excited over the phone.

`Hermione!' He responded instinctively to the happiness in her voice, smiling
automatically.

`Gosh it's so good to hear your voice, I'm so glad you're home.'

`Yeah, I wasn't supposed to be, I was supposed to be playing a game of Quidditch with the
boys at the Burrow… but it's raining and I couldn't be bothered so we rescheduled.'

`Oh well, I've never been so happy for rain.' Hermione gushed happily

`Why? What's going on Hermione.' Harry asked confused.

He was happy to hear from Hermione there was no doubt about that, but he was starting to become
a little curious as to why she had called.

`Oh well, you'll probably think it's silly but I need a favour.' She gushed now
sounding a little breathless.

`Yeah I was starting to think that might be the case,' Harry teased her gently, `what can I
do for you?'

`Well, look it is silly but, for my psychology class we had to write a paper about one person in
our life that we respected more than anyone else, they said that before we got stuck into the worst
of human nature we should remind ourselves of the best, and they then gave everyone a copy of
everyone else's essay.'

`Are you saying you wrote about me?' Harry asked incredulous.

`Well honestly Harry who else was I supposed to write about?' she sounded impatient with his
question.

`Well I don't know, McGonagall? Dumbledore? Your Mum?' he snapped defensively.

`Fine, I could have written about someone else, but I didn't I wrote about you and they were
so impressed with my stupid essay that they wanted me to ask you to come into the school and talk
to them.'

`WHAT!' Harry bellowed, `Hermione you know what I'm like with public speaking I
can't do that!'

`I know, I told them that you wouldn't agree to speaking with a large group and they said
they'd be happy with doing it in small groups, I told them that you work full time, they said
they would be happy to arrange it for a weekend or after hours.' Hermione let out an
exasperated sigh that told Harry far more eloquently than any words ever could how frustrated she
was, `in fact I told them anything I could think of to try and get you out of this but for every
objection I came up with they came up with a solution.'

Harry dropped his head in resignation, `What if you told them I suddenly became very ill or
something?' he asked knowing it was useless.

`I don't think they'd believe me at this point Harry, they may even start to think
I'd made you up.' Her voice sounding just as hopeless as he was feeling.

`Why are you even doing psychology anyway Hermione? What happened to law?' Harry knew he was
whining now but he couldn't help it.

`It's an elective, I thought it would be fun. I'm sorry, I had no idea they would do
this.'

Harry sighed and said what he'd known he'd say ever since he'd first got an inkling
that she was calling because she needed him to do something for her, `Alright Hermione I'll do
it, but only cause it's you okay.'

`Thank you Harry, you're the best!' the relief in her voice was evident.

`When am I supposed to be doing this anyway?'

`Well,' Hermione sounded nervous again, `Now actually, that's kind of why I'm so
glad you're at home.'

`Now?' Harry asked incredulously.

`I was hoping I'd be able to get you out of it,' she said miserably.

Harry didn't have the heart to make her feel any worse than she obviously did already and
besides, now that it'd had time to sink in a little, he was feeling rather flattered that of
all the people in her life she'd chosen to write about him.

`It's fine but how am I going to get there?' he asked, but all he heard was dial tone.
He put the phone down and stared at it in amazement, then before he even had time to say “she hung
up on me” (which would have been his next act) he heard the distinctive crack of apparition from
his entryway.

`Harry?' he heard Hermione call out.

He went into the entryway leaned against the door with arms folded and an eyebrow raised, `side
along apparition then?' he asked.

Hermione smiled and nodded, `you ready?'

Harry smiled and shook his head in exasperation, `Do I have time to get changed?'

Less than ten minutes later they were walking through the campus towards the lecture theatre
where this was all going to be done.

`So how is this going to work then, you told them I don't like speaking to crowds'
right?'

`Yeah, I'll be there with you and my professor is just going to ask you some questions and
it'll all be recorded.'

`Right, you'll make sure this doesn't get into the hands of any daily prophet reporters
won't you?'

`Of course Harry.'

`What about magic and stuff, are there any lies I should know?' He asked suddenly realising
that there was a lot of his history with Hermione that he couldn't tell them.

`I didn't tell any lies, I just omitted a lot of stuff, the only thing you probably do need
to know is that I told them you now work in secret services.'

`Right, well I suppose that's not too far from the truth.'

`Yeah, they were all so surprised I was friends with someone in the secret services. Here we
are.' She said pushing open a classroom door.

The classroom was empty except for an older lady sitting at a desk, she looked up and Harry was
strongly reminded of McGonagall. This impression didn't entirely put him at ease. But then she
smiled and any trace of resemblance vanished. She had short grey hair but rather than being pulled
up in a bun, like McGonagall wore hers, it was curled and softly framed her face. Her clothes were
prim and proper, a slim dark grey skirt and a white button up blouse, and her face was lined but
something about her seemed much softer than their former professor. She stood up and stretched out
her hand, `you must be Harry,' she said and smiled.

Harry smiled in return and shook her hand, `I'm sorry I don't know your name.'

`Oh I'm sorry, Harry, this is Professor Milhane.' Hermione said apologetically.

The professor smiled fondly at Hermione and Harry could tell that even here Hermione was a
favourite of her teachers, `I keep trying to get her to call me Mary, but she just won't.'
she said shaking her head.

`Well Professor I suppose it's a throwback from our high school days.' Harry
explained.

`Ah and you suffer the same affliction I see, oh well, we have her for another few years yet
perhaps I can break her of it.'

`I wish you the best of luck with that.' Harry said sincerely liking the Professor more and
more with each passing minute.

`Well shall we get started then?' she asked clapping her hands together.

Harry felt suddenly uncomfortable and unsure of himself, `Er, right, um, where do you want
me?' He asked

`Just take a seat on this stool here Harry.' She said indicating a stool while taking a seat
herself on another stool next to it. The two stools were set up in front of camera on a tripod
which Hermione went over to and turned on.

`It's ok Harry I'll be sitting just here if you need anything.' Hermione reassured
him.

`Right' he said and sat down on the stool provided, `So what did you want to ask me
professor?' he asked turning his attention to the woman across from him.

`Well firstly Harry, when did Hermione tell you about this?'

`Today,' Harry replied without hesitation.

`That's what I thought,' she replied shooting an amused look at Hermione.

`But,' Harry qualified guessing the professors thoughts, `I know she wouldn't have asked
me to do this if there was anyway she could've gotten me out of it, she knows that I do this
with great reluctance.'

The professor smiled at him, `of course, and so you do her a great favour on a moments
notice.'

Harry flushed feeling as though his words had been somehow turned around on him, `well, I
don't know about that.'

`Do you know why Hermione nominated you as the person she most admires Harry?'

He shook his head realising somewhat belatedly that it was one question he had omitted to ask
her about all of this.

`She nominated you because of your great strength of character.'

`My strength of character?' Harry asked uncertain as to what that really meant or how it
applied to him.

`Yes and she cited an incident that occurred when you were 11 years old in which you saved her
life, despite the fact that you weren't even friends at the time. In fact she seemed to think
you may have even disliked her at the time. What can you tell us about that.'

Harry snuck a glance at Hermione, she obviously hadn't told them anything specific about the
incident because she said she hadn't lied, so choosing his words carefully he tried to keep his
answer as general as possible.

`Well firstly, I never disliked her.' He looked directly at Hermione who was hiding behind
the camera, `I can't believe you thought that,' then he turned back to the professor, `she
needed help and I was in a position to help, what can I say? I think I did what anyone would've
done. Besides, she's told me off more than once for my “saving people thing” and rightly so,
it's gotten me and my friends into danger'

`She also talked about your incredible modesty, she seemed to think you were a pretty special
sportsman, could have played professionally?'

`I'm not modest, not really, I know I could have played professionally and I suppose it
would have been fun but I just thought that there were other things that are more
important.'

The professor allowed herself a small smile, `is that the reason you entered the secret
services?'

`I guess so. I can't really talk about my work.' Harry answered.

`It's ok Harry, we know there's a lot you won't want to talk about, we're more
interested in how you think and feel.'

`Right'

The professor laughed, `Does that make you uncomfortable?'

`A little, I don't know you and you want me to tell you how I feel about things.'

`You like to keep your feelings to yourself do you?'

`I wouldn't say that.'

`What would you say?'

`I don't know, I guess I just prefer to keep it to myself unless it's
important.'

`You don't think your feelings are important.'

`Not unless they actually are I suppose,'

`Can you elaborate on what you mean by that?'

Harry thought for a second about how to explain it, `Ok so if I'm in a life or death
situation and I've got a bad feeling about going through that door, then I think that
`feeling' is important. Or if someone I've met expresses an opinion that I find extremely
distasteful that feeling might be important but you have to wait and see if their actions back it
up. But like today when someone asks you to do something that's inconvenient but doesn't
really impact on you in a negative way then my feelings aren't important then. Does that answer
your question?'

`Very well.' The professor responded, she smiled at Hermione and then looked back at her
notes.

A few moments of silence passed while the professor shuffled her cards around, Harry squirmed
uncomfortably.

`Harry the next topic that I'd like to broach with you might be understandably a bit
difficult for you to talk about, but it is the main reason that we wanted so much to talk to
you.'

Harry glanced uneasily at Hermione but she remained hidden behind the camcorder, `ok'

`I understand that it might be a difficult topic for you to discuss with a virtual stranger but
we would consider it a great favour if you would be as open as you can.'

Harry's feeling of dread increased, `right'

`I want to talk to you about your family.'

Harry didn't respond verbally but glared in Hermione's direction.

`I understand that you're an orphan and you were raised by your mother's sister and her
husband.'

Harry simply nodded.

`Harry, I want you to tell me about the cupboard under the stairs.'

`It was my bedroom until I was 11.'

`Is that all you can tell me about it?'

`What else is there to tell?'

`How did you feel about having a bedroom that was only a cupboard under the stairs?'

`I never really thought about it, that was just the way things were. I was jealous I guess,
because my cousin had a nice room and I fantasised about my parents being alive. I guess as I got
older I just kind of got over it. These kinds of feelings are fairly common in orphans I guess and
after I started high-school, I made some great friends and that really helped a lot.'

The professor nodded and smiled at him, `So your friends became a kind of substitute family for
you?'

`Yeah, I guess that's why I'm willing to do stuff for them that I'd really prefer
not to do. My friends mean a lot to me.' He glanced at Hermione and smiled.

`I understand that your cousin also bullied you quite badly, is that true?'

`Well Dudley's a jerk so what can you expect?'

`Hermione noted in her essay that when you went to high you were quite popular.'

Harry scratched that back of his neck and glanced at Hermione again, `I don't know about
that, sometimes I was really popular and sometimes I really wasn't. One of my professors once
told me “Fame is a fickle friend Harry”. I was certainly very well known at school.' Hermione
snorted with laughter, obviously realising which professor Harry was quoting.

`During your periods of high popularity you didn't ever turn your back on your friends or
turn to bullying behaviour?'

`Of course not, I've already said how important my friends were to me and as if I would turn
into a bully, I'd been on the receiving end of it too much.'

`I can appreciate that, but it's a much more common reaction to popularity than the one you
had.'

Harry only raised an eyebrow in response, he was beginning to wonder what the purpose of all of
this was.

`Can I ask you a question now?'

The professor smiled at him as though she'd been expecting this, `of course.'

He leaned forward slightly, `why are you asking me all these questions?'

The professor looked confused, `I thought Hermione told you?'

`She told me about an essay that everyone had to write, but that doesn't explain to me why I
am here? I assume that you have interviewed every other person that an essay was written
about.'

`No of course not, in fact this is the first time we have done it.'

`Ok, so, the question remains. Why?'

`Well surely you can appreciate how extraordinary you are?'

`In some communities maybe, but I never thought a University psychology class would be one of
them, and from what Hermione told me you were pretty insistent on getting me here. Despite the fact
that she told you, quite correctly, that I wouldn't want to do it.'

The professor looked uncomfortable now, `You're a fascinating character study, your orphaned
but unlike most orphans you aren't a loner, you were abused as a child but never became an
abuser in fact the exact opposite. You grew up without anything but offered the chance for fame and
fortune you turned it down to go into law enforcement. You were never given anything and had to do
everything for yourself but instead of it making you bitter, it made you generous. You've
achieved an awful lot for someone so young and yet you're still genuinely modest. We thought it
was impossible for what Hermione had said about you to be true, so we wanted to meet you and judge
for ourselves.'

The professor paused and glanced in Hermione's direction, `To be perfectly honest I had
rather expected to find that Hermione's description of you was rather rose tinted. But I guess
I should have known better.'

`Hermione's the smartest person I've ever known and I've never known her to write
anything in an essay that wasn't true. Still I think she's probably been a little generous
with me.'

`What would you say your flaws are then?'

`Well, I tend to be a bit rash sometimes, jump to conclusions, act first think later. I've
been known to hold a grudge. I haven't been able to forgive my Aunt and Uncle and I never see
them even though they're the only blood relatives I've got. I have trouble opening up,
especially to new people. Hermione maybe doesn't see any of that stuff, probably cause
we've been friends for so long and it's never been directed at her.'

The professor smiled, `Thank you for your time Harry, you've been very generous.'

`We're done?'

The professor nodded and Harry smiled at her in relief.

Harry stood up and looked over at Hermione, `Want to get some lunch?'

Hermione just smiled at him and nodded and they headed toward the door, they were just about to
leave when the professor called out.

`Harry could I just have one moment of your time before you leave?'

`Oh, sure.'

Hermione gestured at the door, `I'll wait outside.'

`I'm sorry to keep you, I know you're eager to get out of here.'

`It's ok.'

`I just thought you might like a copy of Hermione's essay, maybe it'll help you
understand how special you are.'

`Oh, ah, okay.' Harry took the essay hesitantly and glanced at the front page.

**“Defining Harry; An Essay by Hermione Granger”**

`Thanks'

`Your welcome Harry, it was a real pleasure to meet you.'

Harry smiled at her feeling a bit shy and practically ran from the room.

When he got outside he saw that it had stopped raining and the sun had come out, Hermione was
standing by the windows that lined one side of the long corridor, looking out over the campus
green. Harry went up behind her and put an arm around her shoulders.

`It's a lovely campus, you must love it here.'

Hermione sighed and leaned her head back up against his broad chest.

`Yeah, it's a bit lonely sometimes, but I do love it.'

`Well I guess now that I've been I could come up and visit you whenever you've got
time.'

Hermione turned her head to look at him bringing their faces much closer together.

`I've always got time for you Harry.'

`Really?' he asked feeling unsure, `it just seems like lately you haven't really wanted
to hang out with me, I was beginning to feel like I'd done something wrong.'

Hermione smiled at him and leaned up to kiss his cheek, `No, I've just been busy and trying
to sort out some issues that I've had,' seeing Harry's concerned look she hastened to
add, `it was nothing to worry about really, just some things I've had to work out for
myself.'

Harry nodded and then asked the question he really wanted answered, `Why did you choose me to
write about?'

Hermione shrugged, `they told us to write about the person we admired most and you were the
first person who came to mind. Not that I don't admire those other people you mentioned, I just
admire you more, a lot more in fact.'

`Because of what I did?'

`No, because of who you are, because of the thousand and one little things that you do everyday
in the most ordinary way... that just add up to make you extraordinary.'

`You think I'm extraordinary?'

Hermione nodded and Harry, unable to resist any longer, gave into the temptation he'd been
fighting for a long time. He kissed her. He kissed her until her toes curled and she was plastered
against him and breathless. And when he finished kissing her she kissed him right back.

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2. The Essay
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A/N - I decided to have a crack at the essay Hermione might have written, it's probably more
gushy than anything she might write (but then again perhaps not if she thought he'd never see
it) and it's probably not as long or as well written as what she would be able to produce.
Still it's the best that I can come up with. Don't expect updates on any of my “in
progress” stories in the near future. My muse has abandoned them again, the only reason I
haven't changed their status is because I do hope to finish them one day if I can.

Defining Harry - An Essay by Hermione Granger

I've known a lot of amazing people in my life, my parents who raised me with tenderness and
pride and allowed me the freedom to be who I am, my professors in high school who always encouraged
my insatiable thirst for knowledge and my school principle who was respected and loved by an entire
school and by the previous generations who studied there. Yet when asked to write an essay about
the person I admire most none of those people even entered my head. My first, and only, thought of
the perfect candidate for the topic of this essay was my best friend in the world Harry Potter.

Harry is not an easy person to explain, his character has more depth and intricacy than anyone
would ever guess on first meeting him. On the surface he appears to be just what your average young
man should be and nothing more, it's what you find when you look a little deeper that makes him
so extraordinary. I first met Harry on our first day of high-school, the school that we attended
was a boarding school in Scotland that is known for accepting mostly students whose families have
attended there for generations, but it is a school for gifted students and that's the reason
for my own acceptance. Harry was the son of two of the schools most remarkable graduates, who had
died shortly after his birth. As such there was a great deal of expectation about what Harry would
achieve and he, being raised by an Aunt and Uncle who wanted nothing to do with the school or its
Alumni, had been told nothing about it. On our first day there, despite the fact that he was the
son of one of the old families and I was a new kid, I knew more about what to expect than he
did.

I'll have to admit here that at the age of 11 I was an insufferable know it all and was
quite unpleasant to be around. A lot of the children from the old families resented the fact that I
was able to out perform them in school and I didn't make things any easier on myself by
constantly showing off my knowledge in a misguided attempt to make friends. As that was the case it
should not be surprising that for the first few months of my life at this prestigious school to
which I had been accepted I had not a single friend. Worse than that was that many of the kids in
my year level actively hated me, Harry's best friend Ron hated me more than most and I assume
that Harry also did though I've never asked and he's never said.

Harry was the exact opposite of me, he was the quiet achiever. He did very well in all his
classes but he never called attention to it, he had a lot of friends and was quiet popular but he
never personally bullied me or anyone. Despite the fact that he never bullied me or said a nasty
word to me I am quite sure that for those first few months of our acquaintance he disliked me as
much as anyone. On Halloween all of that changed. I was all alone, I had no friends to be with me
of course, and I got myself into a life threatening situation. I don't want to go into to
details about the situation I found myself in but my life was in very real danger and as no-one
could be expected to come looking for me I fully expected to die. Yet somehow, miraculously, Harry
heard something or saw something that made him think of me, something that made him realise I was
in trouble. Despite the very great risk to his own life and despite the fact that we most assuredly
were not friends (as I stated previously I'm fairly certain he actually disliked me at the
time) he came looking for me and he saved my life. I've never forgotten what he did for me that
night and from then on we became the best of friends.

I had admired Harry from a distance before we became friends, in a third party sort of way,
despite that fact that he seemed to dislike me as much as everyone else he was never mean and he
was even generally polite. When I came to know him better through our friendship I came to realise
that I had never done him justice. To illustrate exactly what makes him so admirable I need to
disclose something of his childhood that he would rather no-one know about, but I know him too well
to think he will hold it against me.

Harry was raised by his mother's sister and her husband, and though they were closely
related they never held any love for him as a child or as a young man. I know that since he moved
out at the age of sixteen he has not heard from them once, but their sins towards him go much
deeper. When he was left with them to raise he was barely one year old and the age gap between him
and his cousin was only of a few months. The two boys should have been raised as brothers and
equals but they were not. The Dursley family lived in a four bedroom home and for the first ten
years of Harry's life those bedrooms were treated as, the Aunt and Uncle's room, the spare
bedroom (for guests), his cousins' bedroom and his cousins' second bedroom. You might well
wonder where Harry slept for those first ten years and you would be shocked to know the truth.
Despite having two bedrooms in the house that were, for the most part, unused, Harry's bedroom
was in the cupboard under the stairs.

He was treated as a slave by his Aunt and Uncle and as a punching bag by his cousin. He was made
to do all of the chores that the rest of the family found unpleasant, he was often not allowed to
eat, his birthday was never celebrated, he never received a single Christmas present from them and
he was never allowed to ask questions. He was bullied and beaten by them all on a regular basis and
it was only when he was accepted as a student at my school that he was able to get away from them.
At the school it was completely different; there he was admired and looked up to by almost
everyone. There were some who were jealous and tried to bully him but he never allowed himself to
be intimidated. Considering the way he was raised, the way he behaved on escaping that prison was
remarkable indeed.

The most remarkable thing about it was that he never really spoke of it. He did not complain and
try to earn people's sympathy for his plight he merely pushed it aside and focused on what he
was doing now, on being the best that he could be. All I know of his child hood has been gleaned in
dribs and drabs over the years. I found out that he had never received any presents from his family
when I saw his surprised delight to receive a few presents from friends that first Christmas and
his pleasure at receiving 50cents from his family. Remarkably, even though it was the first gift
they'd ever given him of any value, he gave it up immediately to a friend who needed it. I only
discovered that they withheld meals when I told him off for not eating enough over the school
holidays and being so thin when we returned to school in our second year. I only found out that
they never bought him any clothes of his own when I saw him in free dress for the first time and
saw that none of his things fit.

With all of these difficulties anyone would expect that the smallest amount of praise and
attention would be soaked up like rain in the desert, that his head would have been easily
inflated, but it was not so. After years of being told he was useless he came to school and found
that he was good at his classes and truly gifted at sports. He was the house teams MVP from first
year right through to seventh and could easily have gone on to fame and fortune on the sports field
when he graduated. Surely this would be enough to turn any young man's head particularly one
who was as sports mad as Harry and who had been deprived of so much. He was not interested.

The one thing I have always admired most about Harry, the thing that led him to save my life and
become my friend all those years ago, was something he learned from the Dursleys. Through all of
the neglect and mistreatment he did not learn what most people would expect him too, he didn't
learn to mistreat people and he didn't learn to bully, he learnt the exact opposite; he learnt
what it feels like to be the bullied and belittled. When he came to school, he became popular and
he became privileged but he never forgot what it was like to be alone and friendless, surrounded by
people who thought themselves better than you and who thought that gave them the right to treat you
badly.

Instead of becoming a bully with his new found popularity he became the champion of the bullied,
he stood up for those that could not stand up for themselves. When offered the chance for fame and
fortune on the sports field, he turned it down and became a hero by occupation. When I say a hero
by occupation do not think I am exaggerating, he is the youngest person ever to be accepted into
the secret services and has a track record of apprehension that is staggering on its own but has
also been achieved with clean apprehensions that would stand up to the most stringent of scrutiny
into his integrity.

My Headmaster once said that it is not what we are born that defines us but the choices we make,
never was that more true than with my friend Harry. He was raised in neglect and abuse and chose to
rise above it. He was popular at school but became the defender of the bullied rather than a bully.
He was gifted at sports but chose to pursue a more important but less financially rewarding path.
He could have been friends with anyone in our entire school and he chose to befriend me, the
bushy-haired, buck-toothed, know-it-all that infuriated and alienated everyone else. Most
importantly he never considered any of it as a choice. He has unfailingly done what he thought was
right without once considering that there even was another option; much less that he could possibly
choose it. Yet despite all of his achievements and all of his goodness, all of his talent, all of
his intelligence and yes even his good looks he remains genuinely and sincerely modest. He never
ceases to amaze me.

It is all of this and so much more that makes him the person I admire and respect the most. I
know that he would shudder to read this essay and be horrified that I even selected him for its
topic yet I know that he would never resent me for sharing any of this. I could relate a hundred
anecdotes that he is everything I have said and more but I will not bore you with the repetition of
theme. I will only add in closing that he is the best person I have ever known and that knowing him
has changed my life forever.

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