A/N: I am considering writing more to this story, but I don't know if this is a good stopping place. If you please would review and tell me to write more or stop here, I would greatly appreciate it. Please R&R. Also I edited it ever so slightly..not enough to change the story at all, just the reason why she loves him. Every time I read that sentence it was awkward so finally I just had to fix it. Hopefully, it's better now. D
When I first set foot in Hogwarts, I had no friends. Sure there were a few girls that smiled at me, and we talked about normal girl things. But they weren't my friends. They laughed at me behind my back and made fun of me for being smart and having big teeth. I was alone, but no one understood. I was a teachers' pet, I guess. I always liked to work extra hard so that I could be noticed. I wanted good attention, but instead I got bad attention for being starnge. I was angry, confused, and lonely. Then I met Ron and Harry.
We spent the next few years becoming the best friends I've ever had. They accepted me for who I was, and understood being smart with big teeth was just part of the package. I helped Harry with many of his life tasks, especially the ones that dealt with Lord Voldemort. I knew right from the beginning that being friends with Harry James Potter would introduce risks that I could not escape. But yet, I was willing to risk my life for this boy. I was willing to die for him.
Ron, now he was a character. Although he could be stupid, very stupid, I loved him. I honestly loved them both. They were my brothers, my best friends, but Ron… he was something special. He always had to work for what he wanted, which is why he didn't have very much. (Naw, just kidding.) But he wouldn't settle for just being 'Harry Potter's dumb friend'. I think I fell for him the moment I told him he had dirt on his nose in the first year. But I'm not sure he ever realized that I loved him. Even as he sits across from me as I am writing this, I don't believe he'll ever know how I feel. But maybe that's how I want it to be.
Ron and I, we have risked our lives time and time again for Harry Potter, the boy who lived. We both understand that we could die, at any moment. Because what he has experienced, is something most people see only in their worst nightmares. We understand that he couldn't do this alone. Speaking for myself, I feel that he has risked his neck for me just as much as I have for him. But what with horcruxes, the war, and all the dueling, I don't think I've ever seen him and Ron looking so strong. They've both grown up so much. They're so handsome and fierce. Right now, they're all I've got. Of course, my family is in the muggle world, but I was too cowardly to wish them goodbye. I regret this decision, but it's too late to turn back now. I wrote them a letter, to tell them that I will miss them…but how could anyone not involved understand the depth of this situation?
Harry says we're getting closer and closer to the next horcrux. He knows that the last clue that Dumbledore gave was crucial. We've been working for weeks straight trying to think like Voldemort and Dumbledore in the same mind. We have our sources, but the Order of Phoenix still thinks we're too young to know all the details. Mostly, the reason behind this is because the people in the order are the people that love us the most. They had to let us join this year, because they needed the help and we're officially 17 years old. But with Dumbledore gone, there's no more Hogwarts. There's no more magical school. Do you know how difficult that is to write? No more Dumbledore, no more school? I am breaking down in tears just writing these words.
Ron is looking at me with quizzical eyes, but he won't ask the question I know he wants to ask, because even though there could be other reasons, we all know why I am crying. Even Harry seems to understand that everything is catching up to me. I know deep in my heart, that if they weren't trying to be strong for me, they would cry too. Perhaps they already have cried. But as my tears keep falling, Ron grabs my hand and holds on tightly.