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Author's Notes: This was written for The Ink Pen's Writing Workshop "Mystery Character Challenge" and turned out a little bit too long. Please read and review, your comments will be appreciated.
I Miss You, Harry by Simply Bewitching
It wasn't easy, letting you go. I cried and screamed and begged you to come back. But you were gone, your lifeless green eyes staring up at me. You saved us all, and I think that you knew you were going to die. Sometimes I think you wanted to die. Perhaps that was simply the way it was meant to be. Listen to me, spouting philosophy in a rainy graveyard. Things have changed since you've been gone. Many things. Ginny got married, but no one ever sees her anymore. It seemed she couldn't let you go and all of us just kept her with the memory of you. I miss you, Harry.
I understood her love for you when others didn't; I loved you too. Was there anyone who failed to see your goodness? Your light? So many years I stood in your shadow, but when it was finally my turn, you let me shine, smiling, and never begrudged me my time in the spotlight. That light has faded now, just like your memory is slowly fading from my mind. I miss you, Harry.
It seems our friendship was but a blink in time, so short, so sweet. The rain will be passing soon, but I don't want it to. It always seems to be raining whenever I come to visit you. Appropriate, I think. I know Hermione comes and talks to you, almost every day. I miss her when she leaves the house. That's right, she's mine, though I never considered the matter until after you were gone. It still feels brand new, though it's been years. I miss you, Harry.
She's not the same though, none of us are. She's still the smartest witch to ever come out of Hogwarts, but there's a sadness and darkness around her that wasn't there before. Before. It means so many things. Before the war, when we were young, when you were still here. I miss you, Harry.
I have to leave now; she's come looking for me. I can see her on the crest of the hill, her skirt blowing in the wind, her hair wet. These are lonely days, sad days. I almost feel as though it was better during the war. We had hope and a cause, now we seem to drift through life like a lily on a pond. So much loss, so much pain. All we have now is each other and I'm grateful. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. But I always dreamed of more. Your mind has a picture of the way things are going to turn out, but the picture never matches reality. I miss you, Harry.
She's calling me now, her voice carrying through the rain and shadow, tension-filled, and lost. An awkward feeling for she who used to have such purpose. I must go to her. I'll be back, don't worry. We won't leave you alone.
"Neville!"
"I'm coming!"
I miss you, Harry.
The End