Childhood
I suppose while growing up, I was always living on the wilder side of things, what with six older brothers and all. I most certainly wasn't as girly as Percy was anyway. I was always in the footsteps of my older brothers. I disappear for days at a time to go on adventures with them. We spent our days racing broomsticks, and playing tricks on friends, but as I grew older and they went away to Hogwarts each year I longed to join them on their new adventures at school.
For so long my life had been uncomplicated. Nothing really changed in me until the summer that I met Harry.
What can I say, he was the hero, dark hair, and breath taking eyes. He was my first crush, but when summer went so did life as I had known it for so long. It was time for me to start my first year at school. Over that year I got caught up in the situation of Voldemort's diary and my hero Harry came to my rescue, only to cause me to sink into a deeper crush on him and more pain.
My second year went buy without much interaction with my hero, but I still feared for him because the convict Sirius Black was out to get him and I had to watch from afar. The number of nights I remember waking in sweat and tears after dreaming the worst are countless, but in the end the whole Sirius thing blew over as well.
In my third year, Harry was made school champion and I feared for him just as much as I had the previous year. I had the chance to go with him to the Yule Ball, but couldn't because just hours before I had told Neville that I would accompany him, I was utterly devastated. I suppose it was out of distress and a need to be seen that I got together with Michael.
That was the summer however that I would find love from another, love that I would never dream possible, love that I would cherish forever. A love that will never end.
A/N: This ch. is rather short but its more like an intro it will get longer trust me…