Harry Potter, the boy who lived was a legend in the magic world. Surviving a curse set upon him by Voldemort himself.
The legend of Y/N L/N always followed. The girl who died. Another family involved in the rebellion against Voldemort had been murdered in the same way as the Potters only hours before, though this time they were less fortunate and the young Y/N L/N died brutally.
That is until, hours later, the moment Harry Potter survived the curse with only a scratch on his head. The girl awoke from death, held in Dumbledores arms.
Everyone was shocked to say the least, for years speculations have been made until a legend slowly formed.
The boy who lived and the girl who died are destined to fall in love.
Some believed it, among them Dumbledore himself.
Some believed it to be complete rubbish, among them Snape.
They had gone into so much detail of what magic said was meant for the two legends.
Their "love" story had been fully planned out before they could even walk.
The girl who died would grow to love the boy who lived until her last breath, but he could only love her once he had too learned to die.
People grew respect and joy for the boy who lived, the girl who died simply brought every wizard who heard her name to sorrow.
Everyone felt such sympathy for her destiny, cursed to love unrequitedly her whole life.