Author's Note: Erika Prewett is a character that I have made up based on my favorite people around me. She is the daughter of Molly Weasley's deceased brother, Fabian, and his newlywed, Eirisina (also made up by me).

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or anything about it's characters. I just love him!

Please get past the first chapter, because the first chapter is just introductory!!!!!

Harry's with Who??

Chapter Uno

Every girl at some time or another dreams at least a little about one certain day in their lives. Erika Prewett never thought that this certain day would ever come for her- but it did. She stood there for a moment, staring happily at the reflection in the mirror. She had to admit, she had picked the perfect dress. The white sequin gown fit just right over her curvy figure, and her long reddish-brown hair fell right into the perfect places as the rollers she was using magically disappeared when the curls were just right.

It seemed as if nothing could remove the smile that was almost certain to be permanently fixed on her face for the past year and finally the day had some when she would marry one of the two people that she could ever truly call her best friend. This person meant more to her than oxygen, more that anyone else had throughout her entire life. He had done so much for the world that no one would ever thank him enough, but what was more important to her was that he had saved her world from disaster, from becoming the most dreary existence that seemed almost inevitable in her future.

Erika didn't know why, but he loved her for her, not what she looked like and not what others had thought about her. She sat sometimes, wondering what he saw in the girl had he chosen her- the not-so-skinny, overly shy Gryffindor that no one had really noticed (or at least she had thought no one had noticed). What ever it was, she knew that she would be eternally grateful to it. She always knew what it was that had made her fall for him- his heart. He appeared to have overwhelming passion and unconditional love spilling out over every pore in his body in spades.

Erika loved everything about Harry: his charming personality, his laugh, and the way he smiled at her and her alone, even his hot-headed temper. Just thinking about him made the already beaming smile on her face inch even higher, yet just thinking about what was about to take place made nervous chills run down her spine. In just a little while from then, she knew that her life would be forever altered. She would be finally complete, be even happier than she already was. She would be Mrs. Erika Leigh Potter.

"Hey, up there!!!" She heard her other best friend and cousin, Ron, yell as he climbed the stairs at his home. He walked through the door without knocking or even looking up for that matter. "Hey, it's almost time to …." He trailed off as his eyes finally focused on the person in front of him. "Wow…..you look….. well there are no words this sight. Not even 'astonishing' is fitting." She smiled at him then turned back to the mirror and sighed. Even though she was so happy and so ready for this day, she was still nervous. Insecure was a better word for it. Insecurity had always set in on days like this one. She didn't know why she had thought this day would be any different. Hope, I guess.

"I know that sigh. The 'something's not right' sigh. Don't you even try the 'Oh, nothing is wrong' bit on me. I know you all too well for that." Ron said, draping his long arms over her shoulders and pulling her closer- like he always had when she was stressed about something. She turned around in his arms to look up at him. 'Why do I have to be so short?' Erika thought. 'Maybe he is just too tall. Harry is quite a bit shorter than Ron and I'm way shorter that Harry. Stop getting distracted. Focus.'

Ron did really know her all too well. He had that knowing look in his eyes, as if she had already told him all her troubles. But comfort was also flowing out of those Weasley eyes. It was moments like this that made her love him so much.

"I'm just a little nervous, I guess." Erika said, looking away from Ron and down at her feet. She knew it was a lie, that's why she tried so hard to not look Ron in the eye. He would know right away if he didn't already. She finally gave in and looked into his eyes and saw exactly what she had expected. Erika pulled him into an even tighter hug. "Oh, who am I kidding? I'm scared, Ron. I love Harry so much. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I just don't want to be……..inadequate." Ron drew back slightly and smirked down at her. He knew exactly how she felt.

"If Harry thought you were 'inadequate' as you call it..," Ron said, making little quotation marks with his fingers. "..He wouldn't have asked you to marry him, now would he? He's a pretty good judge of character, you know. Besides, if that's really what he thinks- which it isn't, mind you- he would be lying through his teeth. If it makes you feel any better, I felt the same way the day I married Hermione. My stomach was twisted into knots. Now look at us, we've done pretty good so far. And I know you and Harry will too. You two were made for each other. I can see it when you look at each other, and I'm not the only one that had noticed it. Now, stop thinking about it, you really do think way too much."

"What do you expect from the 'super genius extraordinaire'? not to think at all? That is literally impossible, you know. It's been proven." Erika said, laughing, then mentally scolding herself about allowing herself to think about her past. The past was the past, and this was the present.

"No, just try not to think as much." Ron said.

"Easier said than done. But back to Harry. I know why I love him, but I don't know why he chose me. He's accomplished way more in one day that I have in my entire life. He's saved the world, for Pete's sake! And all I have to is a lot of extra space in my brain for an unGodly amount of facts, which is really nothing that special. But somehow, he amazes me on how he knows things about how I act that I don't even realize. It's like he knows me better than I know myself. But when he isn't around, thoughts about how I'm going to fail just consume me." Sometimes, she really did wish that those doctors and healers hadn't told her that they had medically proven that she was a literal genius. In fact, she was a super genius, one of the smartest people in both worlds, but she really didn't want to be labeled that. She really was grateful for her gift of knowledge, but sometimes it sure was a burden. Lots of people from both muggle and magical newspapers had made a huge deal about it while she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts and that's when being a genius began to bother her. She really hated all the pointing and whispering that went on for a while. It made her feel more like a freak than a 'marvel' as they had called her.

"Hey, don't ever say that you're not special. You are way more than a human fact machine." Ron said, laughing.

"You really know how to kill a case of nerves, don't you?" Erika said sarcastically, looking away from Ron and over to the window.

"You do realize that you are the only person that can make him complete, right?" Ron said, all seriousness returning in his tone.

"Oh yeah? And how will I manage that? Come up with some 'super genius' spell to keep him happy all the time?" Erika said, throwing her hands up in the air and laughing nervously. She really hated the feeling of not knowing what to do.

"If I know anything about Harry, he keeps his heart heavily guarded because he's had to. People try to mess with him all the time, try to sucker him into relationships just because what his name is, not who he really is. Only a person he trusts, I mean really trusts, would he even think about giving it to. Not only did he let you steal his heart, he gave it to you willingly. I never thought I'd actually see him do it, but he actually gave his heart away. He's such a closed up person that no one ever saw it coming. But, it has been so good for you and Harry. You both have been through so much, and you both are actually smiling almost all the time. It's amazing. But, back to the point, He didn't just give his heart away to just anyone, he gave it to you, because he loves you with everything he has. You are adequate enough because you have his heart, plus everything else you possess. You are lots more special than you claim. You saved Harry's world from crumbling to the ground." Ron said pulling her into a hug. How this sudden burst of wise words got to Ron, Erika couldn't quite figure out, but they sure did help…..a lot.

"Thanks Ron. You are just full of wise words today, aren't you?" Erika said, stepping back from Ron, and giving herself one last look in the mirror.

"Oh come on, you look brilliant. Don't want to keep him waiting, do you?" Ron said, grabbing her hand and dragging her down the stairs.

Forty-five minutes later…

"Do you, Harry James Potter, take Erika to be you lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Harry replied, staring into the blue eyes that got him into the wonderful mess.

"And do you, Erika Leigh Prewett, take Harry to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." All nervous feelings had left right at that moment. This was right.

"Then I now pronounce you…."

Eight Years Earlier…

"What do you mean, break up? Why? I thought things were fine between us. I know we've had our fights, but I didn't think it was that bad. I mean, I thought you loved me. That's what you told me." Erika Prewett said, trying desperately to figure out what was happening. She couldn't really believe that after two years, Michael was breaking up with her. She knew that it was going to happen sooner or later but she didn't expect it so soon. Their relationship had been a little rocky for a while, but she had thought that their problems were beginning to dissolve. He was totally unbelievable.

"Love you? ……Michael Corner and the fat girl... in love? No, that's never going to happen. I can't be in this relationship anymore. Really, the only reason I kept you around is because I was failing most of my classes, and you being the smartest person alive, well…. It was convenient. So let's just put this behind us and be done with it, ok?" Michael said, giving a little scoff, and he turned away.

Erika stood there for a second, letting the words that the idiot just said sink in. At first she felt like bursting into tears, but a new wave of burning rage welled up inside of her. He wasn't going to get away with this.

"So was that your plan? Pretend to like a girl, lead her on, use her like piece of garbage, then just kick her to the curb? I've wasted two years of my life on you!! You filthy slime ball!! I'm going to make sure you don't have another girlfriend for the rest of you Hogwarts life, do you hear me, Michael Corner?" Erika said. Michael turned around and smirked. He just didn't know what he was in for did he?

"Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?" Michael said, turning around and folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh, I'm just tell a few people about you little anger management problem. I mean, what girl wants to go out with an abusive prick like you? and if they don't believe me, I've still got some of those bruises you've given me as proof enough." Erika said, holding out a black and blue wrist. Erika turned on her heels to start her little plan of revenge.

Michael had other plans. He ran up behind her and caught her bruised wrist and quickly turned her around to face him. He got right up into her face and whispered angrily, "You know what you'll get if you do that, don't you?"

"Nothing that I can't handle, now get your hands off of me." Erika said trying to wriggle her hands out of the death grip that Michael had on her.

"Sorry, but I can't do that, I mean, how can I keep my hands off someone I love, right?" Michael said. Erika knew what was coming; his evil tone said it all. She took off in the other direction just as she felt his grip loosen a little. She also knew she couldn't out-run him, so she turned as many corners as she could to try to loose him, but it didn't work. As soon as she ran into a deserted corridor, he ran up behind her, grabbed her shoulders and shoved her into the marble wall. Erika felt something crack and quickly lost her breath. She gasped loudly, and awkwardly got back up on her feet. He came toward her again, and Erika used the right hook that her cousin Ron had taught her over the summer on the bridge of Michael's nose. Satisfaction filled her being as she felt his nose break beneath her fist, but that feeling was soon replaced with overwhelming pain as Michael's hand met her left cheek. He slapped her with such rage induced force that her head looked as if it had ricocheted off the wall. She slid down the cold wall and faded into unconsciousness just as a really tall redhead rounded the corner.

5 minutes earlier…

Ron Weasley walked out of the Great Hall with a huge smile on his face. He had finally succeeded on landing a date with Hermione to Hogsmeade next Saturday. He hadn't stumbled over his words like he usually did; in fact, he had never felt more comfortable around her in his life. He was so happy that he felt like skipping (but he didn't because that wouldn't be cool). Just as he was about to turn the corner towards the Gryffindor common room, someone ran into his shoulder. Whoever they guy was just kept on running. Ron just shrugged it off until her heard a big slam noise then a loud gasp. That was definitely a girl's voice. That jerk hitting a girl? Stuff like that didn't just blow over with Ron. He ran after the guy, and found him just in time to see Erika, his cousin, slump onto the floor. For a second he thought he was just seeing things. He rubbed his eyes, then opened them to the same harsh reality. Ron rushed over to Erika's limp form. He looked her over, looking for visible injuries. She almost looked dead, only moving when she breathed. The enormous slug had hit her so hard that he knocked her out. He could see little finger-sized bruises forming on her wrists from him slinging her into the wall. This was totally bizarre. What kind of psycho could do this??

"WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU BLOODY IDIOT?!? SHE COULD HAVE DIED!!!" Ron yelled, and slammed Michael against the wall by his shoulders.

"She punched me, man!!! Nobody punches me, Nobody!" Michael sneered back, as if he had a good reason for rendering a girl unconscious.

"And you actually think that gives you the go ahead to knock a girl out that hardly had a chance against you? NO, that just makes you a woman beater, you ignorant arsehole." Ron growled as he pushed Michael even herder into the wall. He finally released him when he heard a small groan from behind him. He released Michael and quickly turned back to Erika. Her eyes slowly blinked open. Ron took her hand in his, she had told him that had always made her feel safe. She smiled as best as she could, but she looked like she was about to fade back.

"Ron, am I gonna be ok?" she said, barely audible beneath the raspy gasp that was her voice.

"You're going to be fine, there's nothing to worry about. I'm going to take care of everything." Ron said as Erika smiled again and fell back into her deep sleep. He squeezed her hand tighter, released it, then immediately took off for the hospital wing. He would have carried her, but he knew that she had to have internal injuries. He didn't want to make anything worse. As much as he didn't want to, he left Erika with the git.

"You stay with her until I get back. Make sure she doesn't quit breathing, but you keep you filthy woman-beating hands off her. You've done enough damage." Ron shouted over his shoulder. He rounded the corner, completely lost in his thoughts. He looked back for a second and totally pummeled just the right person.

"Ron, watch where you're going!!!" Ginny shouted.

"Ginny! Thank God! I need you to go down there and stay with Erika. She's pretty messed up." Ron said as he started running again.

"Why? What happened?" Ginny asked, already having a pretty good inkling of what happened.

"You'll see." Ron called out as he ran.

Ginny did see, and she was right. That abusive prat had really done it this time. Ginny could see a knot beginning to swell on the side of Erika's head and the little bruises on her wrists. A large handprint adorned Erika's face that left bright red marks on her porcelain skin. The scene was truly grizzly, which drove Ginny off the edge.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU MIGHT HAVE ACTUALLY KILLED HER THIS TIME! I CANT BELIEVE SHE TOOK YOU BACK AFTER THE FIRST TIME YOU HIT HER!" Ginny bellowed at Michael, glaring at him with the dirtiest look she could muster. He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised her hand in front of his face. She didn't want to hear his pathetic excuse. There was no way that he would get away with this again. She would make sure that Erika would never take him back like she usually did, and make sure he never did this to any girl at Hogwarts. Time for some reputation smearing…………