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Hello! This idea came from my english class of all things. My professor asked us to pick one of four phrases, and write a story that would fit it. I picked the phrase that is the title. Enjoy!
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I Hope It Snows, Wherever You Are
You walk over to the window seat and sit down with a steaming cup of cocoa. It's snowing gently outside. You smile a little, and a tear falls down your cheek. You take a sip of your cocoa. Even though it warms your body, you still feel chilled. You wish he was here with you. You wish he hadn't had to leave.
You walk along the lakeside. You know he's here somewhere. It starts to gently snow. You see him now, and you speed up a little. You slow down as you reach him. He doesn't acknowledge you, so you sit beside him and stare at the lake with him.
"You know I have to go," he says.
"I know," is all you say. You turn to him, and you see a tear falling down his face. You're both silent for a moment.
"I love the snow, you know."
"Why?" you ask.
"It reminds me of you," he simply states. You ponder this for a moment.
"How?" you have to ask.
He breathes a gusty sigh. "It's beautiful. And it's different all the time, but you can always count on it to stay the same, too." He smiles, and turns to face you. "Exactly like you," he says.
You smile. "Thank you." He just sit and smiles at you for a moment, then he stands, and you know it's time for him to go. You stand with him.
"See you soon," you offer with a timid smile.
He pulls you into a hug. "I love you."
"I love you too, more than anything." He pulls away, and he brushes a tear from your face. He kisses your forehead, and then he's gone.
You can't believe that that was six months ago. More tears fall down your face. You stand from your sitting place, your hot cocoa cold and unwanted now. You place it on the counter, and fall to the floor in sobs. Today was too much for you. You knew you shouldn't have visited him, but you couldn't help yourself...
You walk through the gates and right up to him. "Hello," you say with a smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, not really, I just saw you two days ago at the ceremony." You release a humorless chuckle, and stare at him for a moment.
"I miss you," you say. "More than you will ever know. And I'm sorry things turned out like this." You choke back a sob. You have to make it through this. "But I'm happy you're safe now." A watery smile graces your face. "I brought you this rose. It's white, just like the snow. You love the snow." You're silent for a moment. "I love you, and I hope it snows, wherever you are." You place the rose on top of the tombstone, and walk away as snow begins to gently fall.
Harry James Potter
July 31, 1980 – December 2, 1998
Beloved friend and hero