Kalm Memoria
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Summary: She knows every inch of him. The sound of his voice, the feel of his lips. But she does not know him. In reality, her only memory is him. Not his name or the color of his hair... just him.
Prologue -
She sat at the top of the tower, eyes closed, the wind slowly blowing through her hair. All was silent except the occasional swaying of trees.
"How long until... you know?" a male voice asked. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"Three hours... I knew this would happen... but not so soon..." she said, anguish pouring through her words. He glanced at the dark night sky as if to ask the everlasting question of 'Why?'.
"Once, Hermione and I had skipped a Hogsmeade visit and went to her house. Her parent's were seperated so only her father was there. Mr. Granger had been watching American muggle movies, and the one he'd had in when we arrived was called Superman II.
"Hermione said she'd been dying to see it, so the two of us stayed and watched it with him. It was the story about a man who lead a double life. He was, in fact, not human. He'd come from a planet called Krypton when he was a baby and was raised by a couple in an American small town.
"The couple had raised him not to destroy, but to help. They had never told a soul that Clark, the Kryptonian, that he wasn't human. Years later, he had started a job at a respectable newspaper alongside the newpaper's best reporter, a woman named Lois. Clark devolped his work persona to be a stumbling man with gwaky glasses. So that when he dressed in his 'superhero' outfit, no one would recognise him. So, in essense, he lead two lives.
"Clark, under his Superman guise, had fallen in love with Lois, and awhile after, Lois discovered the man she loved was also Clark. And she didn't care. She still loved him, despite the fact that he wasn't human. But, he felt he could live forever with her, so he gave up all his superhuman abilites for her. He became a mortal. But he hadn't realized he would no longer be able to protect her in the same way anymore. He could die.
"At first, I thought of Clark like he was Harry. Both were or would become saviours. And both could become evil. But...
"I wouldn't realized until later that there was someone more like Clark than Harry. Me. I had saved you, to save myself from heartache and pain. But now, because I did so, you'll lose me." she spoke. Tears spiked her eyes and she looked up at him.
"True love can never end. I will never stop loving you." he spoke with angst.
"Heh... Part of me will never stop loving you. I won't remember your name or the color of your hair. But, part of me will remember you. The feel of your lips against mine. And the sound of your voice. And more that anything, I love I felt, and will always feel for you. And I believe that'll have to do." she said, pulling herself up.
"No.. it doesn't." he said, pulling her down the steps.