1 March 2012

"This place is full of decay and Darkness."

She ignored the hand gloved in black leather. "Not yet."

"They aren't real."

"They were."

"No longer."

"I remember them."

"As does my ghost. Stop wasting time. You made your choice."

"I didn't know what would happen."

"You knew there would be consequences."

"Saving a man who deserved to live seemed worth anything."

"Until you condemned your children to never having existed. Come."

She stood without help. Together, they left the place that would have been her home.

Neither saw the grey figure, swathed in black tatters, rising from the leaf mould.


Disclaimer: They still belong to Jo Rowling.

A/N: I've borrowed them in order to see what they'd do with a bit of a dark-ish love story. This is promised original version; I like it much better. Thanks again to linlawless for beta-reading.