Disclaimer I dont own Harry Potter. That amazing woman J.K. Rowling does.
He heard the wind rush through the trees.
He felt strong arms wrap around him.
Arms that protected him, saved him, loved him.
But the arms were not real. They were a fading memory of what used to be.
As the Sun rose the heartbroken 18 year old man smiled and walked away from the gravesite of his lover. His Heart. The only one who had ever truly loved him.
And as the wind blew the hair from his face he could have sworn that he heard a wind-whispered promise
I will always protect you. Always love you. Until the day I can hold you in my arms again. Until the day we can spend forever together. This is my vow to you.
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