"I'm not some damsel in distress, Harry, you can't keep treating me like one! I'm a grown woman and can look after myself!'

Memories. The first time I met her. She stared as much as I did. Even then, we knew.

"You're so controlling! I'm not one of your bloody Auror team. You can't tell me what to do!"

She was lurking behind all her brothers, hiding in the shadows, left out. She wouldn't be joining Hogwarts until the next year. I had to wait a whole year to see her again.

"I don't need your judgement, okay. I'm having a hard time as it is. We're doing rubbish in the Quidditch league and I'm getting enough hassle at work, let alone at home."

Ended up sharing a carriage with her youngest brother. Small world, I guess. Me and him ended up the best of friends. Went through everything together.

"And I know you've gone behind my back and spoken to Ron about our problems. He's my brother, for Merlin's sake!"

I put her out of my mind as I tried to get through the attention of the first year. Having Hermione and Ron next to me helped.

"I'm just dead tired, okay, dead tired of it all. I need a break."

Second year. I can still picture the tattered edges of that diary. A diary that almost killed her. I can't even imagine life if it had.

"No, don't leave me! Please, Harry, you know that's not what I meant. Stay, just stay."

The relief when I realised she was still alive. If she had died down in the Chamber of Secrets, I fear part of me would have died too.

"I'm emotional, at the moment. I don't know what it is. Too much Quidditch practise and too little sleep."

And the pain she had been in when the Dementors were on the train. I wanted to kiss it all better but I dared not to.

"I feel like we're going in circles. I wish you'd stop asking the same questions and just do something about it."

That card she sent me in third year was psychotic, though. Sounded like a cat being poked with a large stick when it was trying to sleep.

"Do you feel like we're missing out?"

She was a beauty. Even Fleur, part Veela, didn't compare. The older she got, the more she blossomed.

"Thank goodness. I was fearful you didn't want children, or wanted them for all the wrong reasons."

At the Yule Ball, watching her dance. I wanted her, not Cho. Her slim, graceful legs. Her long, red hair. And her lips, I wanted those most of all.

"I thought I was going to have to be drunk to have the courage to do this, but Harry, I have something to tell you."

After that summer, she came back different. Whether she had simply matured, or grown in ways that women do that I can't even begin to understand, I won't ever know.

"Sorry, I'm trying to finish this. Harry…. I'm pregnant."

She had a boyfriend. Lots of boyfriends Maybe that was what changed her. It felt like she was cheating on me, although we were not together.

"Are you glad you know the truth? I've known for a few weeks, but I've had the same problem. I didn't know what to say."

Fifth year was the year of fights, me and her. We fought Death Eaters, Umbridge, Slytherin, each other, anything. It was as though fighting was our disease.

"Harry, put me down! You're out of control. I know you're excited and happy, but mind the baby!"

She helped me, too, not just fought me. She helped me with Voldemort, with Sirius, with everything.

"I know, believe me. Mum will be pleased, she finally has another grandchild."

I received wounds that year that were far deeper than any cuts. The only man I truly knew as family died.

"Not right now, Harry. It's dark out, it's late. Normal people will be asleep."

It was confusing. She was my best friend's little sister. I couldn't see us ever being together.

"Morning is just around the corner. You sleep, and it'll be morning before you know it."

In one moment, nothing else mattered. Only she did. The fresh taste of her lips pressed softly against mine. Only her.

"Light does not mean the minute the sun rises. It means a decent hour in the morning. Pinky promise, Harry."

I was in love.

"Oi, hands off. You men."

I still am. I have shared sunsets with her.

"You know what, Harry. I could wish upon a star again and again, and still never wish for someone as perfect as you."

I share a home with her.

"In sickness,"

I'm going to kiss her.

"For all my life."