I have been in his arms, but it was not him. We danced all evening long, and I was waiting for a word, something... making me revive our youth together again, making me hope... But it was a black, terrible creature, who was holding me. "Our names are still carved on the stone wall, look..." He could not share my enthusiasm, he could not remember. Because it was not him.
And I pray, I pray it is still not him, now. I pray it isn't true... But if it is, I will find him, though it might take me years.
"Listen to reason, Professor Sinistra. They could have Transfigured his body, just like Crouch Jr. did with his father... after all, the Ministry only wanted to get his Eye."
I will torture you, Mundungus Fletcher. You will tell me where he fell that night! And then, I...
What will I do?
What?
"Just remember him as he was at that happy time, Aurora. Keep his promises and his caresses in your heart, treasure his will to protect other people and fight until the end. He does not need to be buried, but to be loved."
My tower is not high enough. If I could look down at the woods and plains of the whole island, just the way I look up at the stars I know so well, I would recognize him! And I would fly to reach him, oh I would! I would!
Because that writing has survived the Battle. It is still there, as my love is standing on.
ALASTOR AND AURORA
... FOREVER ...