Author's Note: I wrote this awhile back and after some prompting I've decided to post it. Please enjoy and review.

Heroes are not supposed to die before the save the world just like villains are not supposed to cry as the watch the hero fall, so then why are you dying and why am I crying, but then we've never been ones to follow protocol, heroes and villains are not supposed to fall in love.

War is a cold thing, indifferent to the lives and loves it consumes. It took you. When you are fighting for the life of someone you love then if you die you don't care if it is you that dies, so why am I still alive? You on the other hand needed to live yet it is you who has died.

I saw it, and while I wish that I hadn't, I am very glad that I did. You were so lovely whilst fighting, the arc angel of your people; untouchable, beautiful, their savior, my redemption, but then you fell. In my eyes time slowed for you, I wonder if anyone else would say the same; one moment the hero and the next moment…gone. Your blood was nothing special, scarlet just like anyone else's.

Life holds no meaning for me anymore, I cannot see you smile, I cannot be held closely by you, your eyes will have now rotted, your skin grey decayed. I wish to join and so I shall. I look at the goblet in front of me; poison has always been the more romantic way to die alone, in my mind. I lift the goblet to my lips and drink deeply, almost instantly a sharp pain twists inside of me and I fall to the floor, writhing and gasping in agony. My death should be as painful as the life I have lived to atone for my sins. I couldn't continue to live, I was to empty, a shell without you. I am coming, now, my love, we can be together again, and this time it will be forever.

A/N: Please review, I also wrote this from Harry's POV, and if you'd like I'll post it, just ask. Review please!