Hi everyone, thankyou sooo much for reading the story. I know this chapter might seem slightly confusing and short, but basically, this is the end of the story but it is going to be intertwined alternately with the main story. Soo please read
He rolled over in bed expecting to find warmth next to him, wanting more than anything to find it had all been a bad dream, he would open his eyes and she would be there next to him. Yet the bed was cold, he opened his eyes and the bed was empty. No, that was it he reassured himself, it was still all just a nightmare, she was, like usual downstairs in the kitchen getting breakfast. He smiled vaguely at her unusual waking patterns, slowly getting out of bed. He padded barefoot through their apartment and relief flooded him as he heard the unmistakeable noise of the kettle boiling and someone clattering about with pans. Wearily rubbing his eyes, he opened the door to the kitchen and froze. Something was different. Yes, someone was there cooking his breakfast, but she had the wrong colour hair, was a different height, and she was not humming as she stirred the porridge.
As he watched his best friend's wife getting breakfast emptiness overwhelmed him. She was gone. The past week was not a terrifying nightmare.
He felt numb.
His whole body was shaking, tears were burning at his eyelids as the past week caught up with him. It was Friday today, two days, eighteen hours and forty-two minutes since he had lost her. She was gone now, and he was never going to see he smile again, never going to hear her laugh and never would he be able to look into her eyes and see the warmth reserved only for him.
A single tear trickled down his face as he closed his eyes.
It was a fully blown battle now; hexes, unforgivable and otherwise, were flying all over the place and the air was thick with the crashes of unwitting furniture sent flying by misdirected spells.
He glanced over to his left and time stopped. A beam of green light was heading straight for her and there was nothing he could do to stop it. She did not have time to react as he reached out slowly as she fell, the grace of a smile on her lips, her head turned slightly in his direction.
He gasped for breath and opened his eyes, relieving himself of reliving the moment that had haunted him. There was nothing to do now to prevent the streams of tears flooding from his eyes.
This is just an idea and hopefully if you stick with me it will develop into a full story. I would love some feedback, any ideas and what you think of the story. xoxo