Quick oneshot I just had running through my head, hope you enjoy!
"I'll go with you..."
These words burned in my mind coupled with the image of the person who I cared for the most in the world left standing on the crumbling steps of Hogwarts. Nothing in my life has ever hurt as much up to this point. Losing my parents, losing Sirius, losing everyone that I cared for... Nothing felt as horrible as the sensation knowing that I will never see her again.
I did everything that I could to lessen the pain.
I shut out those closest to me.
I steeled my mind in preparation for this battle.
I accepted the large possibility that I might not come out of this alive.
Yet, through trying to prepare myself for this moment there was one constant that kept me tied down to the hope of a world after Voldemort. As much as I tried to distance myself from her she kept coming back louder and stronger telling me to live. She would spend countless hours trying to talk as she put it "Sense" into my head. Didn't she understand I was doing this so that she could live? I just wanted to end this.
No more bloodshed.
No more death.
No more pain because I wasn't strong enough to Stop Voldemort.
I needed to end this on my terms, but she kept making me second guess myself.
From the first time that I laid eyes on her she never saw me as the boy who lived. She expected great things from me because she saw my potential as Harry. She pushed me to do my homework so that I could actually get good marks. She did her best to keep me out of trouble because "I was better than an immature prankster". She stayed up with me on nights that my nightmares of Voldemort got bad enough that I couldn't sleep. She was giving me a reason to fight, but it was a selfish one.
I needed to do this on my own, otherwise they would just be in harms way. So leading up to the moment that I decided it was time to face Tom I turned to hear the only voice that could have possibly changed my mind. Upon turning I saw her... Even with all of the grime and dirt of war she still looked like the vision of beauty to me. I scanned her face and saw nothing but sorrow and worry, she knew what I was heading off to do.
With a strained and low tone she told me, "I'll go with you..."
I told her that this was something that I had to do on my own, and before I could finish my statement she jumped into my arms wrapping her arms tightly around my neck. As my arms came to encircle her I closed my eyes tighter than I had ever before. At that moment holding her I realized that this was the reason that I was going alone. As long as I had any semblance of power I would let nothing harm her. Even if this meant that I had to give up my life, it was worth it. I kissed the side of her head and gave Ron a small nod. Letting go of me her fingers lingered on my cheek, giving her a ghost of a smile I turned and heard the soft sobs of her crying. More than anything I wanted to turn around and wipe away the tears, but I knew that this was better.
Sometimes you have to learn to remove yourself from the equation, no matter how hard it is.
