I met him for the first time when I was just ten years old, but I already knew who he was. Everyone knew his story and admired his achievements, but nobody knew then how truly special he was, no even me. But I would learn, and soon he would become more to me than the Boy who Lived, or the Chosen one, he would be my chosen one, and it only took me five years to get him to notice me.

He was already famous when he became part of our family. I remember the single most embarrassing moment of my life was the morning he first arrived at the Burrow and saw me in my pyjamas. Id been hearing stories about him all summer from Ron and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be so closely connected with him. He knew my name, he loved my home, and I was infatuated. That year I learnt how truly vulnerable I could be, and how selfless and brave he always was. He risked his own life against his ultimate enemy to save me. I will be forever grateful for what he did for me that day. I think about it often and breath a sigh of relief that he is a part of my life forever.

He spent the next three year discovering himself and the talents he possessed. I watched from afar and admired his continuing strength. I cheered with every triumph and flinched at every blow. He was more than a celebrity to me, he was a friend and a part of my already overcrowded family. every time he appeared around the corner, my heart skipped a beat. When his name came out of the Goblet of Fire I couldn't sleep for a week before each task, I was so worried. Then the worst possible thing happened and he was faced with the greatest challenge of his life. The following year I was there by his side, and I couldn't have been more proud of myself. At the same time I watched as he fell for another and I almost gave up hope, but I held on a little longer and it was worth the wait.

For years I had been seeing him as so much more than the famous boy wizard, and finally he was seeing me. I could tell that things had changed by the was he looked at me and the day we kissed it felt as if everything was finally falling into place. We had a few blissful weeks together. It wasn't enough and it ended too quickly, as all my worst fears were coming true all at once. He went to fight, I didn't know how long he would be or what exactly he was doing but I knew it would be dangerous. I wanted more than anything to be fighting with him.

When the battle ended I was able to breath again for the first time in a year. Everyone had lost so much, and for a few excruciating minuted I thought I had lost him too. I was numb, I was dead inside. This was the same nightmare I had been having every night, only now it was reality. The moment I knew he was still alive I almost laughed. How had I ever doubted him? And when Voldemort finally fell I had never felt so happy in my life.

Our life together began very soon after that. We each had our dreams to pursue and we were ready to do it together. The happiest day of my life soon changed to the day he proposed, and then the day we got married. Not too long after that it changed again to each of our child's births. He told me one day that all he had ever wanted was a normal life and a happy family. I mark it as my greatest achievement in life that I was able to give his this.