The Boy I Love
I can't remember when I first heard about him. When you're born in a pure- blood family you know for sure you'll grow up listening to his name and his story. Especially if most of your relatives were murdered by He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named. My mum told me all about Harry Potter and how he had defeat the Dark Lord before I was able to pronounce most words correctly. Every night when I was tuck in bed and my mum came to kiss me goodnight I would always ask her to tell me the story of "Hawy Potter". She never refused and always told the story the same way. In the end I'd fell asleep peacefully with a smile on my lips, feeling warm and safe because he would never let anything bad happen. A few years later when I was old enough to read by myself, I spent most of my free time searching for information about him in my house's library. I read all the books about him I could find in my home and then went to the city library to get more which means I knew everything about him. There was no picture of Harry Potter in none of those books and the only physical aspect that was mentioned was the thunderbolt shaped scar he had on his forehead. I used to imagine how he would look like... was he tall and blonde, with big blue eyes? Or perhaps he was skinny and short with dark hair and brown eyes... But that was just a detail, I knew I would like him no matter how he looked! After reading every single book, every single newspaper article and every single essay wrote about him, there were still some pieces missing in the puzzle that was Harry's life. For example, where was he right now? How was he? Was he aware of all his fame? I couldn't get my questions answered! Years went by but I never forgot the boy who had bring peace and hope to the wizardry world. I went on with my research though it was useless; there was nothing left to find out about Harry Potter and my questions remain unanswered, hided in a dark corner of my memory. At last my Hogwarts' letter arrived. I had just turned 11 a few days before and I had been waiting anxiously for the moment I would go to Hogwarts. Partly it was because I knew he was going to be there too. September 1st: Platform 9 ¾ is filled with students walking around with trolleys, saying goodbye to their families or simply chatting with friends. I was so excited and overwhelmed by this scenery that I completely forgot he was there as well. The Hogwarts Express was a huge train but it didn't seem big enough to comport so many kids. Luckily I found an empty seat in the first compartment but I was too excited to be seated quietly so I decided to check out the rest of the train. When I arrived to the last compartment I saw a familiar face with red hair and freckles: it was one of the Weasley boys. I was about to open the door to say hi when I noticed there was somebody else there. A dark haired boy with bright green eyes. He was laughing at something and a strand of hair fell into his eyes. When he pushed it away my heart stopped and I stayed there, motionless, with my hand on the doorknob.
(to be continued)
A/N: Hi there! This is my first attempt to write a fic in english and I'm a bit nervous and anxious about it! Your opinion is really important to me so please click on the small box on your low left corner and leave a review! Thank you!