Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. I would keep him in my purse. But I don't own him or anything else that JK owns. I do own my purse. It's a magical purse. You search, it finds!
Maybe he was right. Maybe we weren't meant to be. But if that's true, then why have I loved him since the moment I first saw him? If that's true, then why did I feel the need to follow him to the Ministry? If that's true, if we weren't meant for each other, they why did he protect me? If he doesn't love me, then why did he break my heart rather than have me die? It wasn't until two months later, when they showed, at the last minute, for Bill and Fleur's wedding, that I found the real truth. As we were sitting together, the silence only barely amicable, he sighed. "I know you understand , I know you know that it wasn't something I wanted to do, but I don't." I looked at him, amazed. He sighed, only slightly amused with my reaction. He glanced at his two friends. "As I watch them together, I am reminded of us. And everyday she reminds me that you are just as capable as she is. Everyday he reminds me that I haven't stopped loving you. And my love brings you just as much danger. And if you aren't with me I can't protect you. And still, everyday, I reminded myself that he can't know. That you are safe. But their voices are stronger than mine."
I stared at him dumbfounded. I stared at him for ten minutes. And they got up to leave. He turned to me and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry."
I turned around and walked away. I returned two minutes later, my trunk, shrunk, in my pocket, my favorite cloak in my arms. His face lit up. "You didn't think I'd let you leave again, did you?" He stared at me. "Let's go!" I said, and grinned.