Harry walked into the Gryffindor common room, looking around for his friends, Ron and Hermione. And that’s when he saw them. The most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

You.

You were currently chatting it up with Lavender and Seamus. Smiling and laughing with them. And after a quick run through of Harry’s thoughts, he decided to approach you.

“Hi, Harry Potter— I hope you know me..? Everyone seems to— the boy who lived and all. But- but you can just call me Harry.”