You're Beautiful, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: I went through at tough time romantically a few months ago and got many fics out of it. There is a time period between writing angsty fics in class and actually getting around to typing them up and posting them. This is the last of them, however.

I apologize for any terminology mistakes; I live in the country, have never been to Europe, and have only been on the subway once.

You're Beautiful

I walked down the filthy steps, feeling the dank and musty air of the London Underground float up to greet me, with more enthusiasm than I thought was strictly necessary. As I gazed across the sea of concrete, my feet almost slipped out from under me. Catching myself, I stared in wonder and awe at the beautiful red hair cascading down to meet with slender, pale, freckled shoulders.

My life is brilliant.

My love is pure.

I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

At first, I thought it was Her. I soon realized that was not so. Because she would not need to hide in the muggle world. "Hidden in plain sight" as Dumbledore said. She should be hidden with a Fidelias charm, not out and about in the muggle underground. That was restricted to lowly spies such as myself. Our lives, after all, are dispensable. My Lily's life, however, was not and never will be.

I continued to stare at the Angel, noticing the dark-haired baby sitting on her hip and the maternal wear, showing that she was expecting another. No, this was not my Lily.

She looked up and noticed me staring. A small, awkward smile graced her face.

She smiled at me on the subway,

I returned her smile with a grave nod and, as I performed this formality, a man, with the same dark hair as her child, approached. He touched her shoulder and she looked up at him, the look in her eyes reminding me of the look my Lily had when she looked upon the man who had stolen her heart.

Unlike the speed in which Lily had won my heart, I was slow to grow forgiving of the love that her and Potter shared. I did, however, come to accept the fact that I had lost her, forever. The little girl, sitting on the swing, who I had felt compelled to defend. Looking back, I realize that, it was at that exact moment that she stole my heart. She has yet to give it back, and, for some reason, I can not bring myself to care.

She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that

'Cause I got a plan.

The people swarmed around as the T arrived and they disembarked. The Angel and her family were momentarily shrouded from view. I did not panic at the short loss of her beauty to my eyes. If fate wished us to have more interaction, then it would happen.

You're beautiful.

You're beautiful,

It's true.

Yeah, I saw your face,

In a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do.

'Cause I'll never be with you.

The crowd parted again, and I glanced around carelessly. This time it was not her bright hair that caught my eye. It was her eyes. Unlike my Lily's, which were a dazzling emerald shade, the Angel's eyes were a more common brown, the color of milk chocolate or a dirt road snaking through a heavily wooded area. Like my Lily's eyes, however, hers held much depth and hinted at a more profound meaning to life. They transfixed me and I stumbled over my own feet, again.

Yeah, she caught my eye,

As I walked on by.

She could see from my face,

That I was fucking high.

The T arrived and I watched as the Angel gathered her wit and her family about her. The crowd swarmed about again and, this time, when it parted, as I expected, she was gone.

And I don't think,

That I will see you again.

But, we shared a moment,