Disclaimer: All rights and properties belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers. Any mistakes are my own.
Author's note: Beta'd by my best friend DW.
It is raining. It is always raining these days.
You once said you liked the rain. You said this as you stood in the downpour, with your head tilted upwards, eyes closed, and clothes soaked through the bone. The ice-cold purifying stream of rainwater that slides down your pale, scarred skin washed away all your despair making you feel clean. It washed away all the mud and blood that clung to you.
It has not stopped raining since the day you passed.
Raindrops rolled down your long eyelashes as you blinked. With a satisfied smile on your face, you looked peaceful, melancholy.
"I'm sorry."
Why? For what reason would you apologize to me? I am happy. I am happy that you will no longer be just surviving. I am happy that you will never again see the black sky and the red earth. I am happy that you will not remember what we were forced to become.
Even though the heavens are crying, I am content.
Laying under the burly tentacle-like roots of the Devil's Snare, I close my eyes and listen to the pitter-patter of the droplets fall. I dream of your verdant eyes and gentle smile.