Just So Wonderful

I sat down on a chair by his bedside. He looked so handsome when he was asleep.

His dark hair fringed his eyes, creating an aura of innocence about him. He looked like a porcelain doll, fragile and beautiful.

Of course, he was not in the least way innocent; he'd seen far too much killing in his lifetime to be innocent. The weight of the world was on his shoulders at eleven. He was the savior of the wizarding world. Eleven is much too young to have that much responsibility...far too young. Of course, Harry handled it gracefully.

Harry handles everything gracefully.

I remember the first time I saw him play Quidditch. I was struck by the amount of raw talent he had, having never played a game, much less ridden a broomstick, in his life. He was graceful and at ease. Oh, was he beautiful.

Even to this day, I find myself gaping at him whenever he plays. When he dives for the Snitch, it reminds me of a swan.

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He never allowed himself to love, for fear that he would lose his loved ones, especially after Sirius Black died during the war against Voldemort . Losing his parents at such a young age had something to do with that.

After Sirius passed on, he was strangely overprotective of me. Whenever I went to work, he'd suddenly appear and walk me into my office.

There was something intoxicating about him, about how he looked into my eyes while we talked, not at my chest or through me. He talked to me as if I mattered, like I was somebody special. God knows that I wasn't anything special.

I wasn't pretty, or feminine for the most part. I spent most of my time playing Quidditch and hanging out with the boys. I had only two close female friends, Angelina and Katie, who were also tomboys, of sorts.

I brushed some messy black hair away from his face. He looked somewhat like my younger brother, Gavin. My brother and Harry were very similar. They looked very much alike, with dark, unruly hair and bright eyes. Both of them loved Quidditch. Both of them had come face-to-face You-Know-Who. Thing is, Gavin didn't live to talk about it.

I guess that may be part of why I care about him so much.

But then again, there are many reasons why I love him so.

He's sweet and gentle, caring and strong. I have never seen Harry speak a harsh word to anyone...with the sole exception of Draco Malfoy. He does not speak out against his aunt and uncle and cousin, no matter how awful they are to him.

I like that in a guy.

I love the way he calls me "Allie." Harry is the only boy (outside of family) ever to call me by that name.

I was so happy when he asked me to be his girlfriend two years ago. So happy. I mean, I was lucky for a guy like Harry just to look at me.

He's just so wonderful...