Notes: Hi! I'm writing to get a little bit of writer's block out of my system - which means this won't be one of my better pieces. Still, I thought I'd post. x
"We won."
When Hermione whispered it, it was perfect - it was cliched and gorgeous and he would have been happy to live that fairytale, where winning was celebrated with golden sunsets and cheers and fireworks.
And every time something went right - every time life surprised him - he'd whisper it to himself, again, again, just to convince himself that everything was okay.
"We won," on his eighteenth birthday (he didn't expect to live that long). "We won," when he met Dudley and his wife for the first time in six years, and Dudley apologised. "We won," on his wedding day, when no Death Eaters arrived - it was the kind of life he would have basked in forever if he'd known what growing older would do.
sunsets