Disclaimer: I own nothing. There is no plot; it's just the musing of one Harry Potter, a character created by our wonderful J.K.Rowling.

Love and Hate They Are Both Passions

By Luna Negra

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I looked down at her tomb. It was all over.

I addressed the grave. My voice was sickeningly calm, and I was glad that I was alone, there.

"Am I ever going to find love again?

They say we love from the first sight, smile, and a tentative 'hi'.

Women are wooed by flattering

Men are wooed by sight

Though some believe Men could be, indeed, wooed by wonderful food.

I think Ron would be from those men

But what is Love, really?

Why is to so different when it's between men and women who could get involved sexually together?

Is it because it's flicked with passion, lust, and desire?

Love from the first sight—does that exist?

Soul Mates—does that exist? Or even existed?

I'd love to believe that the answer is yes.

But I don't.

Love from first sight is impossible

I'd prefer to call that hormonally attracted.

Soul Mates? I don't know what that even means.

But it sounds Magical.

And we love Magical moments.

Keep the Durselys out of this.

It's all about Love, and Hate, you know.

Something we all yearn for.

We love to hate, and hate to love.

Does that make sense to you?

It does to me.

When you hate you are in control, albeit apparently.

But when you love, you loose all control.

You are in pain, then in joy, and then in pain.

You are more in pain than in joy, so why bother loving anyone?

Why not just hate?

They are both passions.

This is kind of complicated.

But I know this

Both Love and Hate makes you feel alive and useful.

I hated Voldemort, and Bellatrix.

I loved you.

I really did.

Bellatrix killed Sirius.

I killed her.

Voldemort killed you.

I killed him.

But who is to kill me?"

I looked down at the red rose in my hand. I kissed it softly, and placed it across her tomb.

My only love.

Ginny Weasley's tomb.

I then looked at the baby I was holding my arms; Lily Molly Potter.

At least I wasn't alone.

The End

A/N: Okay, I knew this was Angsty, and all that, but I knew I had to post it. In case you haven't noticed, I am a romantic sadistic fool.

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