On May 2nd, though NEWTs are fast approaching, I go to visit my friend, the first one I made on the Hogwarts Express. The first first-year to approach Professor Longbottom when he was just seventh-year Gryffindor Neville, tall and steady and yet a pariah. The first first-year to trust that mad, spooky Ravenclaw who guided us away from the Carrows. The first first year to impress wild, flashing-eyed Ginny Weasley (now catching Quaffles opposite Krum) by mastering Shield Charms. The only first year to die.
But still my friend.
(photo submitted by retrousse)