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Title: Harry Potter, Boy Who Broke My Heart

Summary: To everyone he was 'the boy who lived'. But to me he was the boy who broke my heart, stole my dreams and the only man I'll ever love.

I was there for him. I waited and waited for him to notice me as more than his best mate's little sister. And he did, for one night.

I let myself love him. I gave myself to him. Only so he could call it a mistake. A mistake. Those words echoed in my mind for days. About a week later, I found out our 'mistake' had some life-altering consequences. Then, he announced the wedding was back on.

I never knew.

Harry had been dating my former friend, Scarlett Bensen for a year and a half when she broke it off. They had been engaged, and when she dumped him, he showed up at my flat. He was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot from crying and he kept talking nonsense, so I let him in. I made tea and let him cry on my shoulder, and before I knew it, we were kissing. Kissing led to more 'physical' things, and when I woke up the following morning, he left a note. A note that crushed every dream I'd ever had.

I never imagined something like that could make a person sink so low, but I hit rock bottom. I didn't go to work; I didn't see my friends; I didn't do anything. Then I started getting sick. First I thought it was because I wasn't eating, but I was waking up three to four times a night just to empty my stomach. I knew what was wrong, but I was too miserable at the time to own up to it.

I wanted to tell him. The minute I found out, I wanted to tell him, to show him it wasn't a mistake. That something beautiful came out of this 'mistake.' But before I even got the chance, Scarlett reappeared in my life. She wanted me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding. Of all people, she knew she was marrying the man I was in love with. That bitch.

So this is where my story begins. Harry, naturally, had Ron as his best man, and much to my horror, Scarlett made me her maid of honour. So now, Ron and I were walking down the aisle. Harry was at the end, looking very nervous. I wonder what was going through his head…

Ron squeezed my arm and looked at me with eyes that clearly said, 'I'm sorry.' I smiled softly at him, not wanting my discomfort to show. I mean, this was only the love of my life and the father of my child's wedding. Why should I be uncomfortable?

I stood next to where Scarlett would eventually be standing. Why was I even here? I could've declined, I could've flat out told her no, but I came. I was just putting myself through something that could've been avoided.

I watched as Scarlett walked down the aisle. Back at Hogwarts, I thought she was one of the most stunning girls in our year, but now, all I see is how ugly she really is. Her small, black eyes glitter evilly as they landed on me. She gave me a smug grin before smiling innocently at Harry.

Harry. I adverted my gaze to him. Instead of smiling back at his fiancée, he looked like he was going to faint. A feeling of hope bubbled up, but was it quickly squashed when she took his hand and he smiled.

The ceremony continued, but I didn't smile during the entire thing. I watched as Harry slid the band on her finger, and I watched as he smiled at her. I felt sick.

"Does anyone have a reason why these two shouldn't be joined in matrimony?"

Yeah, I'm carrying his baby and my hand instinctively flew to my stomach. As I thought that, I noticed Ron's eyes on me. I shook my head curtly and he sighed. I wasn't about to tell the world I was carrying Harry bloody Potter's baby. No way in hell.

When no one else stood up, Dumbledore sighed. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Harry, you may kiss your bride."

I saw the hesitation in his eyes. So she made the first move. She grabbed his head and crashed her lips against his. She jerked away and practically dragged him down the aisle. Ron shook his head and offered me his arm. "I can't do this," I whispered.

"Go, I'll cover for you."

I looked at him. "Thanks." I kissed his cheek and ran out the church. When I was a good distance away, I slowed to a walk. I must have walked several blocks before I saw the sign. Flights to America.

I stood in front of the sign, just looking at it, thinking. If I were to go, would it be better? I wouldn't have to watch Scarlett flaunt something that would never be mine, or watch as they grow old together. My child wouldn't have to know that the only reason he was around was because of lust.

I had to go. I had to get away.

I kicked off the pink heels and ran to the nearest store. All I had was a Muggle credit card with 300 pounds. I bought a carryon bag and shoved it full with all the clothes I could grab off the racks. I realized I was crying and talking to myself in a hushed tone, but I didn't care. I had to leave.

After I paid, I ran into the travel agency. An elderly woman helped me, and I ended up spilling the entire story. How he wouldn't even look me in the eye, and how my life had changed so drastically in one moment. I couldn't take it.

And she listened. She didn't try and talk me out of it, or assure me everything would work out for the better, she just listened. I was sobbing by the end, and all she did was hand me a ticket and said, "It's on the house."

I thanked her profusely and left. I had to get out of England. Away from everyone, especially him. The terminal was crowded with people trying to board. I glanced down at my ticket, and ran to the gate I was supposed to be at. I managed through security, through the lines and onto the plane.

Liberation never felt so bad.