We were meant to met.

We were meant to be. But because of the others we couldn't.

We were perfect for each other. But our memories didn't let us be.

My parents - your past, your hate - my hate. That is it. If we weren't that childish maybe we could forget. But neither you, nor I could. This world was our cage, our chains. Because we were meant to be, yet, we couldn't.

Laying in my blood I regret that we couldn't be happy, not really. Empty from the beginning we couldn't see that something was wrong. Maybe you still can't. But how can I say so when you're already dead?

I feel it now. I feel how much broken I am when I know I can't see you. Because in your black eyes was fire, fire which warm I loved. But I hated it.

We were meant to be, but we couldn't love ourselves. So we hated. Because no matter what, our bond was just too strong to ignore it. We together were perfect. We were One.

And yet we couldn't stand sight of each other.

I wonder if you too, always felt so cold before we met and it was reason why you became that sorrowful person.

Your black hair were greasy, but now I would give everything just to touch them. We shouldn't die alone. You shouldn't left me, then, in Shrieking Shack. But in this world, in this time, and in this forms, we couldn't be.

And now, when I'm closing my eyes last time I am finally calm. I know that we will meet once again. Maybe don't remember each other, but still owning that thing which is making us still looking at each other.

We shouldn't be alone. Shouldn't looking with hate and disgust at each other, but we did. And we haven't got any choice.

So now, when I killed Voldemort, fortune should give me reward, right? I just want us to be together, like we were, even if I don't remember it, I'm sure we were before.

Dying, I'm happy for the first time, because I know, that we will meet. I don't know when or where, but I know we will know each other. Don't remember, but know.

Because we were always meant to be, only this one time destiny made a mistake. So I will wait for our next first meeting with hope, that this time nothing will stand between us. So, to the next time, next world and next time. I will know that this is you no matter what.

Because we always were meant to be.

Harry took his phone and papers from table. He began walking downstairs and then outside.

- Yes, yes, everything is ready. At 5 our... - his eyes met dark ones and forgot about what was he talking about. When he missed this men, he felt like he shouldn't let him go. Not wanting to make this mistake again, he didn't even think, about the mistake he had in mind.

He suddenly turned back to yet again meet these intriguing eyes, looking straight at him. Quickly he grabbed stranger for his arm to make sure he won't go away.

- Did we met somewhere...? - he heard silky voice which for sure he would remember.

- I don't think so, but we met now. - Harry smiled with forgotten phone in hand. He really didn't want this men to go away. He felt as this was person he was waiting for, for really long time. - Harry Potter.

Stranger looked at him with something odd in his eyes.

- Potter?

- Yea, something wrong?

- I never met someone named Potter - he admitted.

- Well, this is your first time then!

- It looks like that. Severus Snape.

They shook their hands. Harry had on face huge grin, while this men had gently raised corners of his mouth.

- Nice to meet you.

You and I.

Because we were meant to be.