The Tree
a/n: probably most of the info i put here is wrong, so don't chew me out about
stuff like when they start hogwarts and things like that.
I had fallen in love with the most beautiful Muggle in the world. She was sweet,
tender, loving. She loved the summer, roses, Chopin. And me. Summer was all I ever knew
and all I wanted to know. (sound familiar?) I had carved our initials onto our favorite tree
and we had promised our undying love. But where is she now? She's not here, not beside
me, and our love is gone.
I had started attending Hogwarts, school of wizards and witches, when I was 10.
I had been going to that camp during the summer for as long as I could remember. It wasn't
until that summer that Jenny came that things got better. We didn't meet until the final weeks
of summer camp and we savored the time as little 10-year-olds and best friends. This is how
it continued for 3 years. When we returned the 5th year to summer camp, something was
different. We were different. We were in love. I never told her my secret. The secret about
that beautiful wand hidden in my duffel bag, about those funny looking robes hanging in the
back of the cabin closet, about those books that I looked at when no one was around. She
never knew. By that time, we were no longer kids at the camp. We were counselors, seeing
each other in our free time. Knowing soon we would have to part.
The summer I got out of Hogwarts as a 7th year, I went to the camp. Jenny
was there and I knew what I had to do. I even bought a little 10 karat gold ring to give
to her. I was going to propose.
A letter came in the mail one day. It was from Hogwarts. I grabbed the envelope
and tore the letter open and went to read it in private. The shock and the hapiness! I was
being offered a job at Hogwarts as a teacher! I desperately wanted to tell someone, but I
couldn't. I couldn't even tell Jenny. I didn't read the bottom of it, the fine print saying: All
teachers in contact with Muggles must terminate the relationship and end all communication.
It wasn't until the ring was on her finger, and we were engaged, that I reread the letter.
All communication had to be cut off. Disbelief came in waves of shock. Huge
decisions to make. Teaching at Hogwarts had been my dream ever since I became a
Prefect, I remember thinking, but Jenny has been my best friend and soul mate since I was
10 years old. You can't put a label on dreams, I thought. I was naive, little did I know that
I also couldn't put a label on love.
So here I am, lonely, with only the children to look up to me as their headmaster.
I don't even know how Jenny is, if she's alive, or dead, or if she got married, or stayed single.
She cried so much when I told her I couldn't marry her. When I told her I was going far away
and that I couldn't write to her or ever talk to her again. We were both crying when I
removed the ring from her finger and gave it back to her in a box. How dead I was inside
when I stepped onto the bus and looked at her for the last time.
Sure, everything would have gone differenly if I had put love before careers, but
no one can ever tell me it wasn't real. It was long ago, but that tree we put our initials on
will stand there for all time. I have made sure of it. That tree is my proof of our promised
vows. Although we don't have documents, I am married to her in my heart. Our priest
was that tree.
a/n: probably most of the info i put here is wrong, so don't chew me out about
stuff like when they start hogwarts and things like that.
I had fallen in love with the most beautiful Muggle in the world. She was sweet,
tender, loving. She loved the summer, roses, Chopin. And me. Summer was all I ever knew
and all I wanted to know. (sound familiar?) I had carved our initials onto our favorite tree
and we had promised our undying love. But where is she now? She's not here, not beside
me, and our love is gone.
I had started attending Hogwarts, school of wizards and witches, when I was 10.
I had been going to that camp during the summer for as long as I could remember. It wasn't
until that summer that Jenny came that things got better. We didn't meet until the final weeks
of summer camp and we savored the time as little 10-year-olds and best friends. This is how
it continued for 3 years. When we returned the 5th year to summer camp, something was
different. We were different. We were in love. I never told her my secret. The secret about
that beautiful wand hidden in my duffel bag, about those funny looking robes hanging in the
back of the cabin closet, about those books that I looked at when no one was around. She
never knew. By that time, we were no longer kids at the camp. We were counselors, seeing
each other in our free time. Knowing soon we would have to part.
The summer I got out of Hogwarts as a 7th year, I went to the camp. Jenny
was there and I knew what I had to do. I even bought a little 10 karat gold ring to give
to her. I was going to propose.
A letter came in the mail one day. It was from Hogwarts. I grabbed the envelope
and tore the letter open and went to read it in private. The shock and the hapiness! I was
being offered a job at Hogwarts as a teacher! I desperately wanted to tell someone, but I
couldn't. I couldn't even tell Jenny. I didn't read the bottom of it, the fine print saying: All
teachers in contact with Muggles must terminate the relationship and end all communication.
It wasn't until the ring was on her finger, and we were engaged, that I reread the letter.
All communication had to be cut off. Disbelief came in waves of shock. Huge
decisions to make. Teaching at Hogwarts had been my dream ever since I became a
Prefect, I remember thinking, but Jenny has been my best friend and soul mate since I was
10 years old. You can't put a label on dreams, I thought. I was naive, little did I know that
I also couldn't put a label on love.
So here I am, lonely, with only the children to look up to me as their headmaster.
I don't even know how Jenny is, if she's alive, or dead, or if she got married, or stayed single.
She cried so much when I told her I couldn't marry her. When I told her I was going far away
and that I couldn't write to her or ever talk to her again. We were both crying when I
removed the ring from her finger and gave it back to her in a box. How dead I was inside
when I stepped onto the bus and looked at her for the last time.
Sure, everything would have gone differenly if I had put love before careers, but
no one can ever tell me it wasn't real. It was long ago, but that tree we put our initials on
will stand there for all time. I have made sure of it. That tree is my proof of our promised
vows. Although we don't have documents, I am married to her in my heart. Our priest
was that tree.