You were Harry's girlfriend, he's still surprised he ended up with you, and that you stayed this long. With everything that's happening and has happened in his life, he expected you to leave, but you hadn't. You had been his the while time. You were in Gryffindor as well and friends with Ron and Hermione like Harry.

At the end of sixth year, Harry decided he wasn't going to come back for his final year at Hog warts. That instead, he'd go hunting for horcruxes to defeat Voldemort. Both Hermione and Ron had agreed to help him. You had too.

You were in a tent in the middle of the woods, it was winter time. Hermione had used an extending charm on the tent, making the inside big while the outside looked regular tent size. The tent had rooms sectioned off in it.

You and Harry sat in the main, living room area of the tent, while Ron and Hermione were already asleep.

Harry looked over at you, you had a book opened up un your lap, as you read it. He always liked to admire you when you were reading. You looked beautiful, don't get him wrong. You always were, but there was something about they way you looked when you were doing something you love. The more he looked at you, however, he remembered the reason of the four of them being here. He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt and he had practically dragged you into the claws of Voldemort.

“You should leave, leave me. Get out of here.” Harry suddenly spoke

You processed his words for s minute, yet, still asked. . . to be sure it was what you heard “What?” you looked up from your book to look at him.

“Leave me. Get out of here and go back home.” He restated and re-worded, his words slightly firmer this time.

You closed and set down your book, your eyes widening at his words but then hardened right afterwards “No!” shouting in response to him

Harry sighed “{{user}}, please you being here with me. It puts you in danger.” he spoke, his eyes looking over you “Please.”