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Author's Note: This is only a short prologue. Please review.
My Darling, I'm waiting for you, and a second is longer than a thousand years snuggled into you. I miss your warmth, Harry, the roughness of your cheeks, the woodsiness of your chest. Time passes in moments, moments that define what a person is. Look into my heart, and you will see those moments, the moments that belong to you, that are you, the greatest of journeys that we embarked together. This world you showed me, the world full of adventure, purpose and righteous fury. Should it all end like this? In nothingness. I see fire when I dream, and I feel horribly cold. I shiver. Is this the way it is supposed to end? That we burn like fire only to be extinguished by a slight drizzle? I refuse to accept that, Harry, I cannot accept that. How did you give up so easily? No. Why did you not ask me to give up as well, to let my life be taken before yours, to fall on my knees and beg the devil to spare you? For there is nothing I wouldn't do for you Harry, nothing below me if I had to save you. How could you not let me join you with the rest of the journey, the one that transcends death?
He will come for us Harry, now that our protector is gone. He will destroy everything that we hold sacred. How sad is it that I'm not even worried about it? How sad is it that I have given up our struggle? You are the one who dared us to dream, to achieve the impossible to achieve. How sad is it that I can no longer live like you, to pursue a cause endlessly and tirelessly? No one can get there alone Harry, and now that you are gone, I am alone. This heart that I gave you one rainy night, when we both still had hope and life, refuse to beat anymore Harry. It wants to stop, to end this pain. We die. Now I see it. And in this wretched place I think about you, and I want you to come, and carry me to wherever you are, to take me with you to wherever you go. I know you will come. That's what you promised the day you entered me, to never leave me even if the world burnt to ashes.
I still wait for you. I have to. And I'm screaming now. Ron is holding me back. Voldemort will kill me he knows, but I don't care. Why can't he understand that life isn't worth living without you? I have to be close to you, to touch your body, and die if you have died. To hold you tight to my breasts, when my heart stops beating. To look at you, to kiss your face one last time, when earth and heaven crumble into pieces. Ron is stronger than me, and I can't break away from his grip. He is laughing, that empty little son of a bitch. These fates of ours seem too cruel. But why? We, you and I, Harry, are the elements that transforms into existence. Whatever happened between us is the nature's gift to us, one that we should treasure. You cannot comprehend the guilt I feel that I did not tell you. You needed to know, and you wouldn't have given up if I did.
It is just a memory now, that will soon be lost, as death will come to me now. In that magical tent we lived, in the middle of a forest where nobody came, I became yours, and you mine. This pain that keeps us apart now, in our death will unite us, and you will be mine, to never leave again.
For your blood runs, in my womb
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