Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related indicia belong to J. K. Rowling.
~Chapter 3~
Not too long after I stopped denying things Dean and Seamus found out and decided to tell you. I nearly died. I thought for sure that after that I would get the cold shoulder, but you just shrugged it off.
That summer I moved to Surrey with my mum and dad. I moved into, how ironic, Number 6 Privet Drive.
Depressed and lonely I went out in to the back yard the day after we moved in, that's when I met Dudley. God, what a COW!
He sauntered over to the fence and told me that I was pretty and asked if I would go out with him.
I hate being cornered like that. I hate to hurt people's feelings, and if you hadn't come out the back door, I probably would have said yes. But, you did come out, and I thank God everyday for that.
We spent a lot of time together that summer. Until you went to Ron's for the last two weeks that is. I didn't go.
We became so close. Holding hands, whispering secrets to each other, and other things. Thought I never got my hopes up too much. And for a good cause too.
At Ron's you learned of his crush for me. You argued that we (Ron and myself) could never work out because of our rather different views on love and such.
You were right. We would have fought too much and I couldn't bear to loose one of my best friends. You especially, as I had a fear that you would leave with Ron if we ever 'broke-up.'
Will you ever leave me?
I suppose I'll never know. I'm sure you don't want to know what I have planned for myself. I know that if you knew then you'd try to stop me, and I couldn't take that.
Harry, just remember the time that we fought over Cho and ended up in that embrace. Remember me crying in mirth, just remember, please.
Remember our trips to Hogsmeade through the secret passages; remember Sirius and how we saved him. Remember me, the girl that you grew ever closer to those last years of school.