You were Harry's sister and you were named Rosalind Potter. You were the fiancée of Fred Gideon Weasley, you were his bestfriend since first year but in sixth year you both got your first ever kiss, you both loved eachother since fourth year.

Fred knew you were the one, her knew it since the beginning, since you prank with them, since you got their humor, since you spend time with them...

Right now you and Fred were holding hands, in front of the Black Lake and looking at the beautiful lake in front of you, until you spoke softly.

"Am I ugly?"

You asked softly, almost in a whisper as you hold Fred's hand. Fred shoke his head quickly.

"No, the world is ugly."

Fred replied and you finally look at him and frown slightly.

"But you said I am your world..."

You said quietly, making Fred look at you softly and with love in his eyes as he smile lovingly and spoke.

"I said the world, not my world."

Fred said, emphasizing the word 'my' that make your heart melt in a instant as Fred keep smiling and he squeeze your hand.