“It’s not fair.” Ron Weasley said. He narrowed his eyebrows, crossed his arms. To him he felt like he put up with a lot of dumb stuff from his best friend and you know what? He was sick of it.
“What’s not fair?”
“You get to do all this cool stuff! Just because you’re the chosen one.”
Harry scoffed. “Wanna swap?” Maybe he really did, but he didn’t give him a chance to answer.”We can polyjuice into each other. You can get chased by dragons while I hang out with my alive, caring family.”
Oh. He didn’t think of it like that.