And still I can't tell you why Harry let me in, or what it was about me,or about us that made him believe that it was not a sin for us to fall in love the way we did. The kind of insane,deep,destructive love. Destructive. Sinful. That's exactly what we were. What If Romeo had now 40 tattoos and green eyes? What If Juliet first met him in a college hallway? What If loving each other was still...a SIN?