Disclaimer: Hi all! This is my first fanfic. I hope that you like it. It was inspired by Avril Lavinge's Wish You Were Here. I don't own anything, the song belongs to Avril Lavigne and the characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Wish You Were Here.
I stand here, contemplating. I stand here, looking out the window and I remember. I remember everything. The memories are strong and my vow is what holds me steadfast now. I wish you were here.
I think back to when we first met. You were my first, best, and only friend. You saw past everything, especially my walls. You were the only one who accepted me, you were always there and I threw that away. I wish I could have done things differently. Merlin, had I done so, you would still be alive and here. And maybe you would be here with me. But that is nothing but a fantasy. You are not here. No. No matter how I wish and long for you to be here. You are not. You are cold in the ground and your bones are nothing but dust. And it's my entire fault. I condemned you by giving the prophecy to the Dark Lord. And nothing, nothing, which I could have done, would have saved you. I begged Him not to harm you. I begged Dumbledore to keep you safe and yet nothing did. The Dark Lord still found you and you gave your life to protect your son.
When I found you and saw you staring blankly forward, my heart stopped. I couldn't comprehend it. I fell to the ground in shock and sobbed. I held you in my arms and told you over and over about how sorry I was for everything and how much I loved you. I never wanted to let go. My tears poured down and dripped onto your face. But there was nothing that could be done. You were gone and I was alone once more. I pulled myself together and I noticed your son. He was crying and there was still some blood on his face from his scar. He was all that was left of you. He was your legacy. As I looked upon him, I vowed to keep him safe. I would protect him with everything and all that I have. And I do it for you. It's always had been and always will be for you. I placed your body down and left.
Now 17 years later, I stand in the Headmaster's office and I wish you were here. I am adjusting my traveling cloak as I get ready to go and search for your son. I am to give him the Sword of Gryffindor. However, the vow that I swore to you on that cold October night must be broken. Your son must die. He must sacrifice himself, like you did, in order to defeat the Dark Lord. The portrait of Dumbledore opens and I reach in to grab the sword. Once the sword is secure, I exit the room.
Damn, I wish you were here.