A year from yesterday

Warnings and Disclaimers:

1) I still own nothing.

We met a year from yesterday. Well, not met so much as met again. The first time we met was many years ago. I offered you my hand, but you pushed me away. Do you remember? I remember. The insults, the beatings, even by that little…, but that was a long time ago. Still, even then I knew how I felt. I tried to deny it. To tell myself it wasn't real, but it was.

We went our separate ways after the war. I heard you married Ginny a few years back. It was a beautiful wedding I was told. You'll have a baby with her soon. She's pregnant, did you know? The child will be beautiful. Virginia, a little girl with her red hair and your green eyes. You'll love her enough for both Ginny and you.

It was just after Ginny's funeral that we met again. You wandered into my coffee shop looking so lost and scared. I offered you coffee and you told me your story. You didn't recognize me, not after all these years, not after all these spells, but I recognized you. Of course I recognized you.

It was months before I told the truth. You were surprised to learn it, a little angry perhaps, but you forgave me. In time, you forgave me. I was in hiding, I explained. There are still those loyal to Vodermort who would kill me if they know I was still alive. You kept my secret even from your best friends. You told them I was a Muggle like I asked. They didn't recognize me either. I was glad for that. I even became friends with Ron and Hermione. Stranger things have happened, but I hadn't seen them before then.

A year from yesterday our lives would have changed. We would have been very happy together if we had met, but we won't. We won't meet because three years from tomorrow I will be discovered and you will die. You will die saving me. Then I steal a time-turner to save you. I save you a hundred times, a thousand times, but still I watch you die. Like the old story by H.G. Wells. Have you ever read it? I never asked. I'll never know.

So this, this is the last thing I will change. I will disappear because I love you, even though you won't remember. I will see you again someday, a year from yesterday, but we will never meet. I will walk away. This note has already started to disintegrate. Did you notice?

I love you, but as you read this line you will forget. Obliviate.

A/N: Just another random story. As always, thank you for reading and please review