“Personally I’m glad I’m not the Chosen One. I can barely make myself breakfast, I don’t want that kind of responsibility.”
“Trust me, Neville, being the Chosen One is not all it’s cracked up to be, I would love to trade places with you, except that means that you’d be the one Voldemort’s trying to kill, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even the Dursleys. That kind of burden definitely takes its toll after a while, you definitely got the better end of the deal when he decided to mark me instead of you. I just wish I could be normal for more than five minutes at a time, without some major disaster happening.”
“Yeah, but then you’d think something was wrong, it’s not a normal day for you without some major disaster happening,” Neville pointed out.
“Gee, thanks, Neville,” Harry replied sarcastically.
“Any time, Harry,” Neville answered, grinning.