He was my hero,

He saved me from the lake, those brilliant emerald green eyes, bearing into my own icy blue ones, asking if I was okay, if I had been hurt. I answered of course, thanked him politely and kissed his cheek, when I turned back; he was still holding his cheek in shock, blushing like crazy.

He wasn't the only one blushing.

~x~o~o~x~o~o

I was going to ask him to take me to the ball, but that would be impolite, then he took that other girl Parvati or whatever her name was, leaving me a mess of tissues and tears, watching from the outside.

~x~o~o~x~o~o

I never saw him again; I thought I never would; until Fleur told me she was marrying Bill Weasley, and that Harry would be at the wedding.

I was going to see Harry again.

This time I wasn't just a silly little nine year old that needed rescuing, instead I was a thirteen year old that needed love. Needed to be loved.

I needed saving, from my pretend world, so it could become real.

~X~O~O~X~O~O

The wedding was incredible, you looked dashing, and you asked me to dance! You took my hand, and held my waist, you told me I looked beautiful, do you remember? I suppose not. You kissed me, and I kissed back, finally my dream was coming true, then that stupid patronus came, telling us that we had to evacuate, you apologised and ran over to Ron and Hermione, dissapparating on the spot.

~x~o~o~x~o~o

When you left, so did a piece of me. I thought maybe that you would come back, wait for me to turn sixteen and marry me, but obviously not.

Love is a fickle thing, isn't it?

I guess I didn't mean that much to you, I found out that you were marrying Ginny Weasley; you invited me to the wedding. I couldn't stand it, it hurt too much, I was sixteen now, and had sacrificed ever offer for a boyfriend or date, in the hope you would want me.

You found me crying, asking me if I was okay. I told you everything, the truth.

You simply stared at me, a little shocked, a little sorry. You kissed my hair, and told me the truth, the truth hurts. It hurts a lot.

You said you loved me, but you loved Ginny more, that I was too young for you, and it wasn't fair for me to risk everything for you. What if I wanted to?

{xox}

I moved on.

My first daughter grew up, and when she told me she had found a boyfriend I was shocked! She offered me to meet him, said I would love him.

She told me he had rescued her from the school bully, she said he was a hero.

I told her I had a hero once to. But he left.

She walked through the door, holding a boys hand, then it hit me, it was Harry's son. It hurt me so bad, those same green eyes, messy unruly hair, and charming smile

I guess my daughter, she got her fairy tale ending after all, and I was cool with that.

{xox}

Because heroes come in Green and Black.

Well, sometimes anyway.