This is me and the love of my life- I’m on the left. Harry Potter and I met when I was seven years old, and it was love at first sight. My father introduced us, whenever there was a spare moment the three of us would hang out, and as small children we became best friends; together, we fought dark forces, magical beasts, made friends and enemies, tested our virtues. He was slightly older, with dark, ruffled hair and green eyes- of course, the captivation of my seven year old fantasies, and as I grew older he did too. We learned more about each other.
Whenever I need him, he’s there to console me, to show me that there are better things. Like every relationship, we hit a rough spot- when I turned eleven, he let me down; promising me that my Hogwarts letter would come was the first lie he had ever told me, but we got over it, and by that time he was having other girlfriends- he would talk to me about them, about his disappointments, confide in me- at that time, I’m not sure if he knew how in love with him I was- (or if he did, he seemed to ignore it and lust after a girl named Cho Chang instead.)
Years passed, we grew up together- we were both teenagers, almost the same age. Whenever I needed to leave my own life, he was always there to let me enter his. Whenever I was crying, he was there to distract me. Whenever I needed a boost of adrenaline, whenever I wanted to do something fun, he was waiting to take me what seemed like worlds away, and never once did he let me down, and never would I tire of replaying such glorious scenes within my head.
Now, we’re insanely happy together- I’ll stick with him until the very end, and I know for sure that he will stick with me until my very end, too. If there is somebody else out there like Mr. Potter, somebody still sitting in a cupboard under the stairs, I urge him to come out, to find love the way that I did- I’ll pine after Harry forever, and this is one forever that I will always be sure of, never unrequited, never disappointing.