Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor "Tim McGraw"

A/N: Okay, well. The most annoying thing just happened. I was writing this Author's Note, and my Internet closes. And now I don't feel like going back and rewriting my super long note. Sorry! Anyway, enjoy. (Yes, this story is based off of Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift.)

I Hope You Think of Me
by: xXHarryPotterXx

"Your eyes probably shine a lot brighter than the stars," He told me. He just put all the stars to shame. I looked down at my hands. "That's a lie," I replied.

I remember that moment like it was yesterday. Sitting next to the tree by the Black Lake. You were just a boy with a Firebolt. You know, the seemed to always get stuck by my window at night.

I was right there with you the whole year. Then the day came when we woke up to find that the year had gone. You broke up with me in attempt to keep me safe, I understood.

But then September came. A month of tears. I remember thanking God that you weren't here to see me like that. I remember that one box that I kept beneath my bed, and in it was a letter I never sent (mainly because I had no idea where you were) from a few years back.

It's hard not to look back on all of that, and find it a little bittersweet. But every time I do look back, I still think it's nice to believe.

Right now I'm standing on your street, looking at your new house. You moved into Godric's Hollow, in your parent's old house. It looks nice all fixed up.

So I'm back for the first time since the war. I walked up to your door, wanting to ring the doorbell and see you, but I thought it was better if I didn't. When you are ready to see me, you will come. I know you will eventually. So instead I left something on your doorstep, it was a letter. And the first thing that you'll read is:

"When you think Harry Potter, I hope you think my favorite song."

Someday, I know, you will turn your radio on. I hope it takes you back to the old times.

When you think happiness, I hope you think that dress I was in love with. Think of sitting by the lake, and where we scratched our names into that tree, and my old pair of blue jeans that had gone through a whole bunch of wear and tear.

When you think Harry Potter, I hope you think of me.

He told me the way my brown eyes shined. Put the stars to shame that night. I looked down. "That's a lie."

Lovely, eh? Please review, I'm not gonna threaten you to, but It's really nice when people do.

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