The world revolves around him.

Nearly a month after the accident, Harry continues to attract the attention of the entire school; its students, its faculty and even its ghosts and portraits.

They stare at him and coo when my back is turned.

Everybody wants a piece of baby Potter!  Have they not seen an infant before?

What is more unnerving is that my own world has also been revolving around him.

This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be caring.

Why do I feel satisfaction when Harry will spend no more than five minutes in another’s arms when I am present?