Summary: He is not a normal boy. He would give his life for me, if he could. I wonder, should I give mine for him?

A/N: Just a random idea that popped into my head, and when I ran it by my co-author Rachel, she said it was a good idea. We shall see. . .

Here goes

Prologue

You wouldn't know it now, but when I first got to Hogwarts I was a misfit. No one noticed or cared. I thought I was wrong to come at all. I was sorted into Ravenclaw, and made no immediate close friends there. I thought I would die, and die I almost did. If someone spoke to me, I would take a while to respond. My homework was piling up, and I didn't care. Everything changed when I met him, and he changed me. I had been seriously considering suicide when he saved me. He was so smart and kind. He helped me with my homework, and gave me a reason to live. The knife that I had kept under my bed I gave to him, and I banished all thoughts of bleeding wrists from my mind.

I'm not sure if people knew or understood why I was suddenly happier and doing better in classes, but I know that the teachers were glad for this sudden change in me. I was more confident, and even made a few actual friends. But he was my one true best friend, and even though he was seventeen and I only eleven, he would still be seventeen when I was.