Wooo! This one was kind of out of the air, I was at the pool and I kind of just had the spark to right something like this so… hope you enjoy :D
For a time I truly believed he was dead, laying in Hagrid's arms all I could do was watch as he carried the lifeless body of the boy… no… the man who became my entire reason for living, my reason for fighting in this damned war. For each moment I held his limp body in my gaze I could only rationalize three thoughts.
He could not be dead.
He did not have the right to die.
He could not leave me.
When he told us that a part of that damned vile creature was alive in him on the stair case, a part of me knew he would have to end his life. Yet I wanted to go with him, but didn't because he told me it was something that HE had to do, and I stayed back like I always do… Believing that he would somehow use his wit and luck to find a way to win against that monster and stay alive… to come back to me with that insufferably dumb smile he always gave me when he had averted life threatening disaster.
Yet there was no smirk this time, only a pale set of lips that were creased in a dead fold.
I screamed, cried out, yelled as loud as my strained vocal cords would allow me at the time. Constantly repeating "HARRY!" I lost every sense of control at that moment, Ronald barely kept me restrained as I tried to break free and rush to the body of the only man that has and still has my heart.
When I finally gave up trying to get to his body, I slumped to the ground not breaking my gaze from him. Memories of his warm and vivid emerald eyes rushed through my mind, always hidden behind those somewhat bent trademark Potter glasses. His infectiously beautiful smile that caused even the coldest strangers to break out into a grin. How his aura seemed to engulf you in a serenity that not even the most comfortable summer night could rival.
All of that and more had been taken from the world, and all I could feel was the dread and loneliness that encroached into my core as I heard Voldemort cackle at the death of him…
He somehow always has a way to prove me wrong though.
When he had jumped from Hagrid's arms to cast a spell at that dreadful snake, it felt as if my entire soul was reignited.
He was alive.
After Voldemort had died I rushed and tackled him to the ground, engulfing him as he put it.
"A hug that even Hagrid couldn't match."
I had crashed my head into his chest and sobbed telling him how much of a reckless prat he was, and that he would never be able to make up for what he had put me through. He just chuckled promising me that it was over, that he was never going to leave my side ever again.
Of course I held him to that, and after our I do's I never doubted him again.
Hope you all enjoyed it, have a great day :)