The Future We'll Never Have
One shot
Tragic GeorgeOC
Deathly Hallows (and Epilogue) Compliant
To lose his twin was a great struggle for George. To lose a lover on the same day...well...
It destroyed him.
He stared at the tombstones, blinking away the wetness attacking his eyes with suprising ferocity. He could read the words with icy clarity. He knew he was headed on a path of self-destruction if he comtinued to come here every year on the eve of their death. He knew he himself could die sitting out there for hours.
He didn't care.
They were the two most important people in his life, even know that they had left. He knew they must be watching from wherever they were, yelling at him to get a grip and move on, he was married for pete's sake. Whoever Pete was.
A single tear slipped out of his eye, and he didn't bother to look up at the sky before declaring that it was raining.
The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky.
His wife came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off before falling to his knees before their graves. He read the enscription on Fred's first, like always, then read Roxanne's.
It rained harder.
"Roxanne Knight, beloved daughter, lover, and soon-to-be-mother.
She fought valiantly, and paid the ultimate price to keep Him from regaining power.
We honor her and her unborn child here, for their services to the wizarding community."
His child. His child. She'd gone into battle, four months pregnant. He could still remeber her voice, and the way it was always soft and steady, even in anger, and how she touched him. He could still feel the intimate caresses on his shoulder, or elbow, or cheek. He felt like he was still looking into her eyes and devouring the passion he saw there. He could imagine her smile, her taste...
The gentle touch of Angelina came again on his shoulder, and he turned and looked into her eyes, saw forgiveness and pain, then took her hand and stood up.
"It's time to go." She whispered, almost as if she was afraid to break the silence. George nodded and they walked towards the entrance.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Roxanne's grave. He looked back at Angelina, who had stilled beside him. He fell to his knees for the second time and reached out and touched her belly, felt its gentle curve.
"I'll protect you" He whispers, "I won't fail this time."
They walked hand in hand out of the cemetary.
A/N: I love George to death, and this angsty piece fell right into my lap. I know it kind of sucks, but hey, everything I put up sucks. I hope you liked it, and if you have time, drop a review. I love constructive crticism, as long as you aren't a