To the Boy Who Lived | H. POTTER

part seven

            Atticus had a warmness in her heart that couldn't be replaced. Undeniably, she always had a smile on her face, but this time it was different. She was happy because he made her happy.

Atticus was a light hearted spirit and anybody could see it from the radiant smile painted on her face.

Every word she spoke, every smile she smiled, it was all because of him.

To The Boy Who Changes,

I guess you're right.

Let's make a pact? I will help you get over your fear if you help me get over mine.

Sound fair?

-A

She began the journey to the owlery, her letter gripped tightly in her hand. Atticus thanked her lucky stars. She gave thanks for him. For the way his green eyes shone with every laugh he laughed. For his shaggy hair that laid in an unruly mess atop his head.

She gave thanks for Harry Potter and no one could do a damn thing about it.