A Life of Love

Harry embraced each key he touched and each note he played. Closing his eyes, Harry relaxed to the sound of music. Unlike the rest of his life, this was simple, the single place he could truly become himself. Each key played by the piano took him far from his life, his troubles, and his harsh responsibilities.

Remembering the past, Harry pressed each note harder, expressing his frustration. His parents. Sirius. Dumbledore. His friends. Everyone he loved died. The war. Viewing those tragic images, Harry let the music soften, remembering.

He wasn't completely devoid of love; he had Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Ginny was the love of his life. She had agreed to marry him only days ago. He should be happy, but the addition of a family member reminded him of all those lost. His mother wouldn't cry at his wedding, Sirius wouldn't slap him on the back, Dumbledore wouldn't beam his signature twinkle, Fred wouldn't prank him in some awful way, and his father wouldn't be there to coach him along the way. A single tear fell on the keys. He was alone.

Hearing the door open, he shifted as Ginny sat down beside him. Wiping his tears away, she began playing the notes with him. She gently leaned her head against his as they seamlessly pressed each key. They were in perfect unison. He wasn't alone. Ginny, his love, would always be by his side. His life wasn't a solo, but a duet.

Remembering the past, Harry was now able to look back on the good times everyone had shared, laugh, and joyfully remember those lost. Grasping Ginny's hand, he also remembered the people he had in his life, such as Ginny, The Weasley's, and so many more. He wasn't alone. His life wasn't ending, but just beginning. Harry smiled as he finished the last note, again grasping Ginny's hand, peacefully walking out the door, ready to begin life. Together.

Harry gave a final bereaving look at the piano, heading towards a life filled with love, instead of sorrow.