I couldn't believe
what happened. All the time we spent in his office, falling in love.
I guess at first we were too blind to see it. Then he started to
smile more rather than smirk. He was getting less and less sarcastic
each day, to me at least. He opened up to me; I opened up to him. I
told him things that I didn't even tell my best friends. He came
from a hard past, as did I. We both had seen more death than we
should have. I always did have respect for him. Every time I heard
someone insult him in
the hallways I would always say He was to
be respected. If he would've heard, we'd surely have gotten into
an argument. The only other person that actually got close to him was
Dumbledore. He had always considered Dumbledore a father. He would
always call me a know-it-all just because I studied and knew too
much, but I would comment on how he never went outside. It was just
playful bantering, the makings of a relationship that would go so
much farther, but I didn't know that. All I knew was I was falling
for the Bat of the Dungeons.
People always wonder how a
professor could love a student, or visa-versa.
Well, we thought
the same and wanted the same out of life. He also took me on as an
apprentice in my
seventh year. I was thrilled, but he wasn't,
not in the beginning at least. Slowly we became close, but I suppose
I should save that for later. I need to tell you why I'm here today
telling you this story, the story of the only man I will ever
love.
Voldemort rose at Hogsmead and it was time for the
final battle. We all were
prepared, well Sort of prepared. I
fought as hard as I could and killed as many Death Eaters I could. He
was summoned and had to pretend to act like an Death Eater, but he
was still throwing curses at the other Death Eaters. He threw off his
mask at one point and went throwing off more curses then any of us
had, killing more of Voldemort's followers than the rest of us. Then
he saw
me and started to run towards me, smiling. Many cries of
excitement had be screamed that Voldemort was dead that Harry had
killed him, for good this time. Most of the Death Eaters fled at that
moment but one stayed behind. Lucius Malfoy moved to throw the Avanda
Kedavara curse at me
from behind, but he saw and he rushed
forward to push me out of the way. He
took the curse and died
that night, all for me, all because of me. It is
because of me,
Hermione Granger, that my fiancé is being laid in the ground
today.
Everyone was there to pay their last respects for
him, and many were crying.
I was in hysterics. I just can't
take on the world without him. I've
decided that I'll make it
through this night, but by tomorrow morning I'll
be joining
him. Before that, I want to tell you this story of my Eternal
Romance.