The Forbidden

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Harry Potter. I am merely an overly obsessed fan who likes to borrow the characters, that's how I get my kicks. The whole Harry Potter rights and stuff belong strictly to J.K. Rowling. If it makes anyone feel any better, I'll put the characters back, and even perform a memory charm.

Prologue: The Sounds of a Broken Heart

She just sat there. She didn't know how long she was there. Time had seemed to have lost its effect as she sat motionless. Her chestnut brown eyes were glazing over as she was trying to escape her present reality. Tears burst forth from her eyes, silently trailing down her pale cheeks. The tear streaks were a roadmap to her breaking heart.

"I love you," she said simply as she stroked his hair. His skin was clammy under her small hand. Her hand smoothed over his forehead. His eyes were unmoving, their coldness bleak. She continued to rock him back and forth. In her own shrouded sadness, she did not hear the thud of heavy footsteps resound in the silent tomb of her lost lover.

A hand gently placed itself on her sob shaking shoulders. The hand was calloused and warm and welcoming, but she shrugged it away.

"Come. It is time for you to leave," the voice said in a soft whisper.

"No. What is the point?" said she, the girl with the broken heart. Her voice was stoic, devoid of anything but the coldness she felt creeping in the pit of her stomach as she realized she was alone.

"You can't just think of yourself right now. I know you are upset, but you can't stay here and just wallow. Just get up and face the world. It's going to happen whether you like it or not," the voice said a little louder, replacing his hand on her stilling shoulder.

"Just a few more minutes. To say goodbye," she requested simply. The man nodded, although she could not see this motion. She heard the footsteps this time as they walked out of the tomb. She was alone once again. She felt a numbness creeping across her lower belly. "It's okay. It's going to be okay," she said to no one in particular.

With a deep, jagged breath, she removed her lover's head from her lap. She leaned over his deathly pale, handsome face. With soft, delicate fingers, she closed his eyes; the eyes that had her in a trance, the eyes that stared straight through her in love and lust, the eyes that were the windows to her lover's soul. She slowly closed the gap between his lips and hers. Her summer lips met his wintry ones, and for the last time, she kissed the man that claimed her in mind, body, and soul. She pulled away and stared at his handsome face for the last time. She smiled as a fresh batch of tears cooked themselves in her eyes.

"Goodbye lover," she whispered softly. She crossed the hands that had held her in the throes of their young love across his chest that housed the heart she had fallen in love with. She stood, and with a final look, she made her way out of her lover's resting place. She was without her anchor, and she felt like her ship was going down fast. She took a deep breath and prepared to face the unwelcoming world without her the love of her life.

She walked down the tunnel leading from the place where she left her heart. She saw a light at the end, and heard the sounds of many people. She faced a future of uncertainty, and it scared the living daylights out of her…

--A/N--

Normally, I am a R/Hr shipper, but ever since writing my other fic, Unexpected, I am becoming a supporter of D/Hr. The whole enemies-in-love ploy makes for juicy fanfic! This is going to have a Romeo and Juliet-esque feel to it. I know the whole Romeo and Juliet thing has been played out so many times, but I think I can put a different twist on it. I'll update as often as possible, but I also have my other fic to tend to. And reviews make me happy, so if you review, I'm happy!