He Drowned in His Own Blood
A/N: This is a rewrite to the original fan fiction.
To my teacher, Mr. Hebert: He helped me with the editing and then he left, so that's why the ending is kind of bad.
-x-
My life had changed forever. After Voldemort's downfall, I so desperately tried to bring my life back to normal, but it had proven to be difficult. I could never banish those nightmarish images from my mind. They haunted me…
I hated those visions, those flashbacks. The images were painfully vivid in my memory—the snake, Voldemort, Harry, everything. I remember the way he died…the way he drowned in his own blood.
-x-
His death shocked me. My beloved was dead. I didn't do anything about it, nor could I. Completely transfixed; I stood in a state of temporary paralysis. I watched it…I watched him die…die a painful death. Why didn't I help him? Why did I just stand there, silent tears rolling down my face? Was it fear? Did I fear that he would have rejected me if I stepped forward, my heart, all his? My mind betrayed my heart by reminding me of his past transgressions. They forced me to question my love and doubt my soul as surly as the life fleeing from his cold, dark eyes.
The sound of his coughing brought me back to reality. Pain flared in my chest. I didn't want him to leave me. I had masked my feelings for so long, too long, fearing the consequences of the secret slipping from my grasp. I stood and I watched as he looked into Harry's eyes, not realizing until later, that he looked into his love's eyes for the last time. And then, he was gone.
-x-
"Here lies a hero," was placed on his headstone. I remember visiting there for the last time. The despair I felt made me want to leave this place, leave this world where it was empty. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life loving someone who wasn't him. I kissed his headstone and whispered, "Forever yours." I walked away, never looking back…