You took my hand

You showed me how

You promised me you'd be around

Uh huh

That's right

Black satin sways delicately in the chilly breeze. The lace allows the icy breath of new autumn access to your already blushing skin, causing even more goose bumps to bristle from the flesh of your arms. Bare feet scramble across the frosty grass as you try to run from the one reality you know you can never escape.

I took your words

And I believed

In everything

You said to me

Yeah huh

That's right

She'd stood right there, at the edge of the stone balcony, pleading with him to come back down, to take her hand, to stay with her a while longer. If only for a minute.

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them up

Cause they're all wrong

I know better

Cause you said forever

And ever

Who knew?

But who can predict when your half-crazed best friend who has been through too many traumas in his few years will make an attempt on his own life. When he'll stand on the edge of that balcony and wonder what will happen once he's gone. Who can say why he seems so convinced that no one loves him, when you're standing right there screaming your affections at him through saline tears. Begging him to just come down, to talk to you.

Remember when we were such fools

And so convinced and just too cool

Oh no

No no

I wish I could touch you again

I wish I could still call you friend

I'd give anything

They'd spent those long hours slaving over the next way to save the world from Voldemort and his cronies. All those days, even weeks, wasted when he persuaded himself that all had been for naught. Sirius's death had sent him over the edge. He'd lost the last person he'd considered family, and then began to chronicle his life, ignoring his triumphs and exaggerating his failures. Listing to himself every man, woman and child to whose death he'd inadvertently contributed, and, one by one, making himself believe that each of them were his fault.

When someone said count your blessings now

For they're long gone

I guess I just didn't know how

I was all wrong

They knew better

Still you said forever

And ever

Who knew?

She sat in the street, on the curb, staring at his motionless form, her eyes dry. Waiting. She half expected him to roll over and smile at her, telling her that it'd been a joke. He was just kidding. After all, he was the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die. That had to mean something. Didn't it?

Yeah yeah

I'll keep you locked in my head

Until we meet again

Until we

Until we meet again

And I won't forget you my friend

What happened?

The coffin lay in the still-uncovered grave. His still figure seeming to sleep. She imagined the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, wishing she could tell him she loved him one more time, and have him listen. But he hadn't, and here she was. Wishing.

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out

Cause they're all wrong and

That last kiss

I'll cherish

Until we meet again

Three days later found Hermione Granger laying on the same street, her spine broken in three places, and her legs snapped in two. And Ronald Weasley sitting on the curb, thinking the exact same thoughts she had not even a week ago. Her note had said not to grieve for too long, because of the wedding and all, but that she'd tell Harry he'd cried at the funeral, and to tell Ginny she was sorry.

He'd burned the letter. It wasn't like her condolences over her own suicide made his life any easier.

And time makes

It harder

I wish I could remember

But I keep

Your memory

You visit me in my sleep

My darling

Who knew?