I do not own Harry Potter or anything contained within those lovely, glorious books. J.K. Rowling does, not me.
Authors note- The chapter is rewritten. New reviews are welcome.
What if the one and only person you ever truly loved walked out of your life because you told them to? Would you regret it? I can't say that I do or don't. I know I did what was right, and that there would have been severe consequences had I done otherwise. I knew our relationship just couldn't work, at least at that time. Everything in the world was so complex and dangerous. I can't regret it, it was the right thing to do. Yet, in some weird subconscious way I still want to know what was down the path I chose not to take. He was the one for me.
Some people wait their whole lives to meet their soul mate and ironically I met mine at age eleven. We were able to grow up together. Sure we each had our own flurry of crushes, though we kept returning to one another. When I was sixteen he asked me to go steady with him, and I agreed. It felt so right, and yet the times were so wrong. We all make bad choices, and yet his were far worse than I ever could have imagined. Even now I still shudder at the memory of what he did, and what he failed to do. He acted out of jealousy, anger, and immaturity. Though I begged for him to stop, he wouldn't. Some days it felt more like he couldn't. Once he made that first choice there was no way out, except maybe death.
I feared for him and our future, but couldn't say anything because I was so attached to him. Things went from bad to worse, and tearfully I asked him to leave for both of our safety. He was now on the path to the light, but if he was found out his life and the lives of everyone he cared for were forfeit. If he failed at his new task, at his one chance for redemption, they would come after me. Neither of us could live with that. No, we were safer apart.
Through this he turned his life around, even though it put him at an even greater risk than before. Thankfully the war ended, although he was far worse off than ever before. There were trials and imprisonments. Eventually he gained his freedom and went to work at our old school, and I went on with my life as well. I worked for the Ministry making potions and salves, mostly of the healing nature for the Auror Department. I was no healer, but I was a damn good potion brewer. Everyone told me my life was perfect. I had admirers, yet only one man held my heart. I was told I was pretty, talented, and successful. How could I be unhappy? But if my life was so great why did I cry myself to sleep more often than naught? Sure I had everything. I was just missing someone.
What if you found the one you were destined to be with, only to lose them because you told them to leave? What if you had everything life could offer except for love? What if the love of your life turned up on your doorstep, sixteen years after they walked out of your life, half dead?