Title: His last breath

Author:

Rating: PG

Word count: 511

Genre: Angst/Romance

I feel so empty, everything around me is just a blur. My world has fallen. My life seems worthless. I can still see him fall. After shooting that last curse a Voldemort I finally thought it's all over. Then with his last breath Voldemort muttered the killing curse. I can still see the green flash towards me.

I don't know why he did it. He shouldn't of really, I wasn't worth the sacrifice. There was no need for him to jump in front of the curse.

I remember falling, falling. I dove to him praying that he would be ok like all those other times. I held him tight hoping, praying, trying so hard to hold back the tears. Then his chest started rising slightly and relief washed over me. He opened his eyes slightly and smiled at me and with his last breaths uttered

"I love you, 'Mione."

Then he stopped breathing, the tears I had been holding back spilled over my eyes falling onto his face. Barley able to breath with grief I whispered.

"I love you too, Harry."

And there I sat, with him tightly clamped in my arm sobbing and sobbing as if I did it would bring him back, though deep down I know it would never happen. Chaos is all around me, but I take no notice. None of that matters anymore. There's just me and him.

So here I stand, by his grave while soil is piled over his coffin. Silent tears streak down my cheeks. I'm all alone now, only a few survived, but none of that matters. I feel empty and numb. I think that if I hadn't waited so long to tell him how I felt things might have turned out differently. If I hadn't been there he wouldn't have had to sacrifice himself for me. But I wasn't thinking properly that night, I was so scared that I might lose him so I went thinking that I could of helped, but I only made matter worse.

Other times I think that if it all hadn't happened then we might of never revealed out true feeling, but if given a second chance I know I would tell him before it was too late. But that's the way life is. I haven't been given I second chance to tell him properly and I never will. I know I will never move on. It would be and insult to his memory and even if I wanted to I couldn't anyway.

I look up to see people who hardly knew him, but there to pay respect Harry, their hero. No one knew him like I did. We could speak to each other without saying a thing, one look would speak volumes. We trusted each other beyond anything. He didn't need to tell me that night of the battle that it was time, we just knew. I'd have followed him to the ends of the earth if I could, I would of sacrifice my life for him, but he beat me to it.

I stand there staring at the tomb stone until darkness falls around me, when I finally realise that it is dark, I turn away and walk aimlessly into the darkness.

Once home I slump into bed, no even bothering to change and lie there, sobbing silently. I lie there for hours in silence it growing steadily darker outside.

"I Love you, Harry."