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I had to Let Him Go

He knew that I loved him. He knew even before I had figured it out. Back when I (and everyone else) thought that it was a silly school girls crush, Dumbledore knew that I was the girl for Harry.

At the end the end of my first year, when I was in the hospital wing after Harry had saved me from Riddle, Dumbledore came and talked to me. He told me that one day I would be immensely important to Harry. I didn't believe him, I didn't want to be disappointed. Dumbledore told me to never give up, to follow my heart.

We would have talks like this every couple of months. He encouraged me to go out with Michael. He gave me to courage to never give up on Harry. To learn to be myself around Harry, to treat him as a friend. Be there for him when he needed help.

Finally in my fourth year I was finally able to be there for him. He was in the library, obviously upset. I brought him some chocolate and encouraged him to talk to Cho. And then he confided in me, told me that he didn't care about Cho anymore, that he really wanted to talk to Sirius. And I helped him the best way I knew how, I told Fred and George to help him.

The next year I noticed a change in Harry's behavior around me. He would joke around with me and be friendly, but sometimes he seemed cautious around me, like he was fighting some type of internal battle. And after I broke up with Dean, I noticed he seemed to always be there, looking for any moment to talk to me. When I asked Hermione about she just put on that annoying, knowing smile of hers and walked away. And then, after the Quidditch final, Harry kissed me.

And then we were together. And everyone knew. I realized that when I was called to Dumbledore's office for a talk, about a week after Harry and I got together. Dumbledore seemed upset, and I asked him why. He said in a couple of weeks something was going to happen and after it did Harry was going to have to leave. And that I was going to have to let him go. He told me that Harry was going to need someone at home, someone to keep fighting for. For Harry, I was that person.

A couple weeks later Dumbledore died. At his funeral, I let Harry go.

Author's Note: First attempt at fan fiction. Please review and tell me what you think. Just try not to be to mean.