Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned Harry Potter, I'd be out doing something exciting rather than sitting at home on my computer, writing fanfiction.

A/N: read and read my note at the end! It's important! Also, I hope this is at least the tiniest bit sad.

I remember how you used to love this place: the lake, the mountains in the distance, our rock. We used to stand up on this rock together, and look out into the distance, and wonder what it was like. And then we'd look at the lake, something a bit more familiar, but still mysterious, and wonder about it. Though it has been here from the beginning, we really know very little about it.

Then we'd turn around, and look at the castle. Dear old Hogwarts. It holds so many memories, for both of us. It's like a second home. Next to it is the Quidditch pitch. It always made you smile to see the stands and the golden hoops, like muggle bubble-blowers, glinting in the sunlight, waiting for another game.

But all that is just another memory. Today I'm here on my own. It's foggy out, and a mist hangs in the air, a heavy vapor wrapping around me like your arms used to. The mountains seem very far away today, and they are almost entirely obscured by the mist. But you, you are even farther away and more obscured than the mountains. I might get to those mountains someday, but you are gone forever. He killed you, as you killed Him. He took you with Him. Sometimes I wonder. If we had known what was going to happen, would we have visited this place once more, together?

But I'll never know, because I will never see you again. You are a memory, hanging in the air, a thin vapor, like the fog that surrounds me. Perhaps you are here, right now, with your arms around me, kissing me, but I can't feel it.

If you had known you'd never see me again, what would you have done? Gone anyway? Yes, I think you would've. You were like that. If a fight was waiting for you, you wouldn't try to get out of it. You'd fight it. I meant the world to you, I think, and the world was in danger.

If I had known, that night, would I have said everything to you that I never got a chance to say? How much I wanted to be with you, forever and ever. How much I loved you. That I would do anything for you. You've saved my life plenty of times. Would I have saved yours? Yes, I think so. Only, I never got the chance.

But it's no use speculating, remembering, wishing. That whole life happened to another girl; not me. But that girl, and that life, are only a memory now, hanging in the air, a vapor. Just like you.

I turn and trudge back up to the castle, not bothering to wipe the tears from my face. After all, what if you're hanging in the air, right in front of me, a vapor? I wouldn't want to brush you away.

A/N: well, that could be about anybody. But it's not. It's specifically about two people. I will write any one fic requested by the first person to review with the right answer. So who is it? Review and win!