To the Boy Who Lived | H. POTTER

part eleven

Atticus' heart fluttered after reading Harry's letter. Maybe it was time after all.

Her chocolate eyes scanned the letter once more. A smile made its way on her lips and she flushed with excitement. Grabbing her parchment and quill she scribbled back a reply.

"I'm ready."

To The Boy Who Wants To Meet,

Technically, we have already met. I'm Atticus Wilde. I'm a fourth year Gryffindor. I seem to be a needy person who gets attached to people way to easily. It's been said that I'm too trusting. I'm over-protective and a hopeless romantic. I'm petrified (get it?) of losing the ones I love.

If you want to meet me, go to the common room at midnight. Just promise me one thing.

Don't leave, like you said, I can't do this without you.

-Atticus