((Ages ago I entered a challenge where I was told to write a romance between these two and I never got around to it. I shall write it now.))

I remember when he first created me. Sure, the other boys helped but he was the mastermind behind my existence. He was always the clever one, his recklessness just got in the way. I blame that Padfoot; he's the one that lead my creator down the path of treachery yet he was still Creator's best friends. I should not speak ill of him, I'm sure there's some goodness in the man. I trust Creator.

This may sound a bit odd to you, a lonely piece of parchment falling for a wizard? It is rare but it's not unheard off. Besides, if you knew my creator you would understand where these feelings sparked. He was just...different to the other owners.

The way his fingers caressed my skin made me feel safe and secure, unlike the others that would wipe their grubby hands over me, not caring if I scratch or smudge. They would simply glance at me, looking for what they need but my Creator wouldn't. No, every time he gazed upon me I could feel him gaze at my beauty for a moment before searching for...her. What was I to expect, for him to fall in love with a piece of paper that is only designed to speak on command? He needed a human to see through his arrogance and care for him, something I could never do. I'm still happy he chose her, she was nice. I could settle with hearing his rich voice desperate for my secrets. Yes, I could live with that. But then one day, it stopped.

It's been at least twenty years since I've last seen Creator but every scent is still coating my skin. The dirty man came and took me away, hiding me in a locked space. I waited for Creator to come and rescue me...but he never did.

Two identical boys did manage to find me years later. Finally, I got to see the sunlight again and help them pull the same stupid jokes as my creators. For five years, I was young again. When they were done with me they passed me over to a new boy; a very peculiar boy.

He reminds me a lot of my Creator in appearance apart from those ghastly green eyes. He reminds me of my Prongs.