Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Thought I'd write a short fic just to take a break from The Slytherin.
I had been in love with Harry Potter since I was eleven years old. He was the only one I ever wanted, and I eventually had Harry Potter for my own.
We had been married for sixty years, and through those years, we had had a long and happy life. Together.
But now I was staring at my beautiful husband as he lay on his deathbed. He sensed me watching him, and opened his eyes. He smiled then, his wonderful smile.
"Am I still that gorgeous, Ginny, that you have to stare at me?" He joked, and I smiled weakly.
"You will always be gorgeous, Harry." I sat on the edge of the bed and he smiled, gesturing me closer. I gently rested my head on his chest, so as not to irritate his shallow breathing anymore.
"Do you remember our first kiss?" He rasped, and I nodded, smiling.
"Of course I remember Harry. I'll always remember."
"What about the time when we kissed and George saw us?" He chuckled, and I giggled too.
"That is something I doubt we'll ever forget."
"Do you remember our wedding day? We invited everyone and Ron got drunk and did that really stupid dance he does? Do you remember when he serenaded the chicken as well as Hermione?" I laughed again, recalling the memory of my dearest brother.
"Do you remember when James was born? And how your wonderful mother cried the whole time?" I nodded.
"Do you remember how Ron went bright red when Rose and Scorpious kissed at their wedding? And how we and Draco laughed at him?" I sniggered then, like a teenager.
"Do you remember when Albus came home from his first term at Hogwarts, telling us how a man in a painting shared his middle name?" I smiled even more at that memory, pleased at how Albus met his namesake.
"Do you remember when Lily told us how she caught Teddy and Victorie kissing when she came home from her first term?" I remembered that one quite well.
"Do you remember the first time? And how you giggled whenever I touched you?" I blushed then, laughing.
After a while, Harry drifted in out of sleep. I lay there content on his chest, like I used to when we were teenagers. I stared at him for a little while. I noticed how you could still see the scar on his forehead, the grey in his hair messy like always, how his wrinkles and laughter lines seemed to merge. How his body was strong from years of being an auror. My Harry Potter was perfect in every way.
Eventually, Harry's breathing got shallow. He woke up.
"Ginny, its important I say this now. Or it will be never. Do you remember what I said to you at our wedding? How I would love you, and only you, until the day I died?"
"Yes, Harry, of course I remember."
"I was lying. I know in my heart, that I'm going to love you for even longer. I'm going to love you until you turn into something ugly. Which I know for a fact will be never, so that proves something. I am never going to stop loving you." I kissed him then, and as his lips tensed, I noticed they slowly withdrew.
Harry took his last breath.
I love you Harry. I love you too.
D'aww.
Love you guys,
IAmPotterTwiLocked xxx