A/N: I really shouldn't be starting a new story. I mean, I need to be working on my other story. Otherwise the readers might just stab me with my cookie. I don't want to be stabbed by a cookie. That'd be a waste of a perfectly good cookie.

Summary: It's Harry's seventh year and Voldemort's running around killing people left and right. The wizarding population, believing the lies woven by the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic, turn on him. He leaves England with a select few who still believe in him, who aren't dead, and heads over to America. Forks, Washington to be exact.

Warnings: (I do these by the chapters) Angst. Maybe you should have half a tissue on hand. Please bear with me, it's just an opening type thing. It will switch from talking about his past with Cedric, Ron and Hermione, and Edward. So if you're confused, I'm sorry.

Disclaimer: I do NOT in any way, shape, or form own Twilight or Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I don't.

P.S. I know that the idea is WAY overused, but oh well.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will.

That was so true. I never knew that he would turn on me. I guess I should have guessed it though. He was always so hotheaded.

You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.

I never meant to hurt you, my love. Just as I'm sure Cedric never meant to hurt me. But it is for your safety, so I'm sure, eventually, you'll forgive me for what I'm about to do.

You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by.

I met them all so long ago. Me and them, bantering and laughing. Now I can't help but wonder, why it had to be this way. Why my tears had to fall. Why my happiness is always so fleeting.

So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt.

I wish I had taken the Collin up on his offer to teach me photography, when he was still here to teach us. Then I'd have more than just my memories. I wish that we were all still laughing down by the lake, like we had no care in the world. It was just like the meadow. I'm really happy you showed me it. I wish we would still argue, and then a few days later come to our senses and forgive each other again. I wish I was never broken. That my relatives had allowed me to be comfortable around people. I wish that Cedric hadn't left me, so that maybe, there would still be a little love in my life. But if he hadn't left, then I wouldn't have met you, my beloved. But, oh, how I wish I could have given you all of my heart, instead of what was left.

Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances.

I now know that we all take life for granted. We're all lucky to be standing here today. There's no guarantee that we'll live. We can't freeze time, to try and figure things out. We can't always try again. Some of the decisions we make come back to haunt us.

You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts.

I still think back to when we were all still friends, getting as close to curfew as we could, pranking the Slytherins, just enjoying ourselves, and later on me and Emmett turning all of Jasper's clothes pink. Then I think back to that day. The day Cedric and I admitted we loved each other. We were both so nervous. Then the next day I remember reprimanding my former-best friend for freaking out about me being gay and dating an older man. I think that day was the day I spoke the most. I told people I didn't care what they thought, even if I did. I ran out in the rain to meet Cedric and we walked hand-in-hand around the grounds.

Now I compare it to the day you announced to the world practically, that you love me. You swooped me up and kissed me. We ditched school, and just sat in the meadow, snogging.

I will never forget comforting Cho when Cedric died, even when I myself couldn't feel anything.

The fondest recollection of him that I have committed to memory was when we snuck out of the castle and we fell asleep in each other's arms, waiting for dawn. We had stayed up late often, just to be together. I can't recall him ever being such a flirt. But I couldn't help but flirt right back. We smiled each and every day. I think I might've strained a muscle or two, but I didn't care. I had Cedric by my side.

You, however, were so scared of breaking me. You were always the perfect gentleman. It was sweet.

Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

Loving Cedric was the biggest chance I took. I cherish every memory I have of our time together, because our time together was so cruelly cut short.

I took another chance falling for you Edward, not because you looked like Cedric, but because you captured my heart. You loved me for me, with all the quirks that came with the package. And I'm very grateful. It sort of reminds me of the saying "Sometimes you put up walls not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down." It fits pretty well in my opinion. You spent all that time, just trying to see me.

I was sad for so long. But then you came, like a candle in the dark. You're my savior. And for that I thank you. But now, I must let you go. My last words for you are:

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

I know that this hurts you, but please move on. Know this, I care for you so much that I am willing to set you free. I love you. Perhaps we will meet in the afterlife.

A/N: Okay the basic passage was found on a website. It said anonymous. But whoever wrote it either had one hell of a life, or was just one smart cookie. Either way, I don't own it. However, I did tweak it to fit the story. But the original part is in italics.

That was my little intro. Sorry for how confusing it was. It went back and forth between his memories of Edward, Cedric and his life at Hogwarts if that makes it any easier for you to understand. If you have any questions, just ask them in you reviews. I would like to know if I should continue or not. I also love suggestions. So PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!

Ms. Confusable