Disclaimer: not mine, if it was I would have more than $15 in my possesion
Authors note's: this is a short fic told from the point of view of one very determine Romilda Vane, the prologue is a little boring, but I wanted to try and set up her character.
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Prologue
Some people, not naming any names, frowned upon my methods. But a girl had to do what a girl had to do, especially if what needed doing involved a certain wizard. If there ever were a man I loved it would be him. Harry James Potter. Object of my affection.
I knew the Prophets were lying, and each time they called him crazy, mentally unstable, and an attention-seeking lunatic, I died a little inside. But now things were different, and one day I'll let Harry know that I was behind him every step of the way.
My infatuation really took off the summer before forth year, I started cutting out all of the articles and pictures of him out of the Prophets and magazines and pin them up on my wall. My brother called it my "Harry Potter Shrine" and found amusement in drawing moustaches and elf ears on Harry's face and I had to get mom to charm them off.
Once, when I was shopping in Diagon alley I saw THE Harry Potter heading into Madam Maklins, due to my utter excitement, I tripped, in mid-squee, into a display of dried beetles, by the time I had righted myself, he had vanished. Although I was depressed at loosing a prime stalking opportunity, I decided that the day wasn't a total lose because I had seen him, "the chosen one".
Yes, they call him "the Chosen one" now, I'm not entirely sure why, but I'll find out one day. He's the savior of wizard kind, if we have to have a savior, I'm glad it's him, I could stare into those big green eyes forever….
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More A/N: that's it for now, i'm planning on at least 5 more chapters, if you have a minute, reviews would be great!