Chapter one: Prologue

Disclaimer: No, I am not JKR, and I did not write the HP books.

Everyone remembers their first love. It may not be the strongest, but it's always the one everyone remembers. "My first love" has become a term related to beauty, innocence and youth – and perhaps that's the reason ones first love is the love that's most written about, most talked about, and generally most known.

I, too, remember my first love. I remember it much too well, actually, and that may be because it hasn't ended. And to be honest, it never will. I know what you're all thinking: She thinks she's found the love of her life, but before she knows it, he's left her for a girl with bigger breasts, and she's all alone. She is so young and naïve. She will learn when time comes.

It's true, I am young: twenty two years old tomorrow, actually. But despite my age, I am no longer naïve. How can I be naïve when I have seen death, seen innocent people die for no reason? How can I not know about the cruelty of the world when I have been there, fighting? I can't.

It is so weird to think back at the innocent girl I once was, whose biggest problem in life was to get a good grade on a test at school. I don't miss her – though being like that made my life so much easier, I was stupid. And I fully admit it. But what is the reason that I'm no longer her? What changed my life forever? It all comes back to my first love.

He changed how I looked at the world. He was the one person that told me never to stop fighting, because though at times it would seem hopeless, it never was. He gave me the hope I needed to stand strong. He forced me to open my eyes. In one way, he made my innocence disappear. But he also taught me how to laugh during the storm, how to dance when I felt like dying. I'm no longer innocent, but I have never, ever been as happy as I am with him. He showed me the reality, but at the same time, a world so beautiful and colourful that always fills me with hope.

This is why I know that our love will never end. There has never been, and will never be, anything naïve about what we feel for each other. It's scary, true and the most wonderful thing that'll ever happen to me.

I was seventeen when I fell in love with him. I had everything without really appreciating it, and he, the man I'd grown to loath, messed it all up.

I was furious, of course, but at the same time thrilled. Because, even though I didn't want to admit it at first, it was a wonderful mess.

This is my confusing, thrilling and painful love story – this is my memories through the mess.

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