I REMEMBER

I stare down at your grave and try to hold back my sobs. It's still hard for me to grasp the concept of you, Rose Weasley, being dead. I remember all the time we spent together.

I remember meeting you and Albus on the train to Hogwarts first year. I remember realizing our parents were wrong, and we don't have to hate each other. I saw both of you being sorted into Gryffindor. Then, by some miracle, I was sorted there too. You were so happy, and on that day, we three became best friends.

I remember being accepted by your family. They realized I am not my father, and they even told us we may be the new Golden Trio.

I remember five years passing quickly as we fooled off. We pulled pranks, did stupid things, and spent a lot of time in detention. We three became inseparable.

I remember your Uncle George telling us we were more like him and Fred than the Golden Trio.

I remember fifth year coming and you yelling. I had cheated on my girlfriend, who just happened to be your best girl friend. You were furious, screaming at me with all your might. I remember realizing that it was not anger that made you yell. It was jealousy. I remember smirking which only made you yell more.

"Shut up," I remember commanding you before silencing you with my lips. I remember you freezing for a second before you kissed me back just as enthusiastic.

I remember when we decided to tell your parents; your father had always approved of me as a friend. But when he saw our hands together, he lost it. I remember the yells and hexes he sent at me. My tongue became twice as long as usual.

I remember you laughing and telling your dad, "A longer tongue will only make me want to kiss him more." Then, to prove your point, you kissed me. I remember your dad stomping off as we kissed. We broke apart quite a while later when your mom came in. She apologized for Ron's behavior and offered us snacks.

I remember blissfully dating you. I remember kisses in broom closets, skipped classes, and getting in lots of trouble together.

And, most painfully of all, I remember Albus's funeral. We cried, and at the end I broke up with you. I was leaving for Albania soon, and I couldn't handle a long distance relationship.

Now, two days later, I stand at your new grave, thinking about out time together and how I killed you. You committed suicide because you lost both Al and me. I cry quietly; this is all my fault. Hermione walks up behind me.

"Here," she says handing me a small beaded bag. "It's mine from the days of the war. There is something in it I want you to have. And remember, Scorpius, seven is a very magical number." I thank her, and she walks away leaving me with my thoughts and a small beaded bag.

I look into the bag after she is gone. I thrust my hand into it, and I pull out a gold chain with something at the end of it. I gasp; it's a time turner. They were banned after Death Eaters used them to try to go back and keep Voldemort alive. I have no clue how Hermione got one, but I don't care.

I hesitantly close my eyes and spin it seven times.

"Scorp," I hear you say. I open my eyes and see you standing in front of me. "What is it you need to tell you?"

I remember this moment. This is when I pulled you aside and told you we were over. I smile, lean close, and whisper, "Marry me." And before she has time to answer, I kiss her blessing the name of Hermione Weasley.

~Fin~