Brie sat on a grassy slope overlooking a large pond, her head on Harry's shoulder. It was their two-month anniversary, and they were spending it having a picnic at the park. Harry sighed. He'd never felt so good, but he couldn't help noticing the guilt inside of him. He'd still not told Brie about his powers.
She was staring into his eyes now, a smile on her face. "Harry, tell me you love me."
Harry smiled back. "I love you. I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you."
Brie looked down bashfully. "Me neither, Harry. I want to be with you forever. I know we haven't known each other that long, but I know you're the one for me. I feel like we know everything about each other." Harry winced. Everything? He couldn't stand hiding it anymore; it was now or never.
"Brie," he said. "I want us to know everything about each other too. Which is why I'm going to tell you something that might shock you, maybe even scare you. But, just remember, nothing can change how I feel. I just hope you feel the same way."
Now Brie looked worried. "Harry, what are you trying to say?"
Harry stared back at her. He didn't want her to be worried; he wanted to protect her and keep her safe. He couldn't bear to be making her feel bad. But he had to do this, whatever the outcome. She deserved to know.
"Brie," he began. "Do you believe in magic?"
Brie laughed, but confusion still filled her eyes. "What? Harry you're acting mad."
Harry shook his head, trying to make her understand this wasn't a joke. "Please, just answer me."
Now Brie looked scared. "You mean like magic between to people? Like us?"
"No," Harry said, and taking a deep breath he went on: "I mean like fairy-tale magic. Witches and wizards and spells and wands. Did you ever once think that it all could be real?"
Brie's mouth was slightly open. "Harry, I haven't the faintest idea what you-"
"Just answer. Do you think it's at all possible?"
Slowly, Brie shut her mouth, and she looked him in the eyes. Harry felt her searching him, as though she could see his thoughts. No one had ever made him feel like this, not even Hermione.
"Well," Brie said, slowly and seriously, her eyes not leaving his. "I suppose it could be possible. I never thought I'd be capable of loving someone after just a month, but that happened. So…I guess…yes, I do believe in magic."
Harry felt a bit of the weight on his shoulders lift. "Good. Because what I'm going to tell you, most people wouldn't believe. But you need to know. I want you to love every part of me; I can't hide this anymore."
"Hide what?" Brie pleaded, eyes filling with tears. "You're not making sense, Harry. Please, just tell me." Her violet eyes looked so lost, and her normally beautiful features twisted with confusion. Harry couldn't let her be worried a minute longer.
"Brie," he began. "I am a wizard."