Anyone but you


Anyone but you

By my side is wrong

Silence has descended… it was over and we have won, the fighters for light have won.

The battle field growing dark and silent as the final curses died out… it was over; my destiny fulfilled… my burden lifted.

My limbs burned and protested as I step forward, I search for her… the woman I love, the one I shall always love. Deep down I've always known I've loved her but why I could never admit to it… I search until my eyes fall upon it. The shirt… it was our colours, a present to all those who fled from Gryffindor with me to fight, the colours worn with pride.

Anyone but you

In my bed shall never be

No, it can't be… many of our friends had died that day and I saw their shirts their colours but only three had received my special present… we would know where the other is at all times.

Anyone but you

Will never share my heart

I fought… I killed, she couldn't die… she wasn't allowed because she was my reward, the light at the end of my tunnel. I shouldered the greatest burden any one person should and they stole the one thing good in my life. I had defeated the darkest evil to still loose everything.

Anyone but you

Shall die in your place

I growl deep in my throat as images of people who I shamefully think could have died in her place… if it was a good person that was needed for payment I would never second guess offering anyone but her.

Tears now course their way as my limbs and wounds force me to stumble forward. The cheers erupting around me, I should be among them cheering but I can not… because she is not.

Anyone but you

Will be sacrificed

"No" a simple cry made among the noise that should not have seemed so out of place but I look and when I do I find my heart sailing… my love, my angel stood there bruised and wounded but she was perfect to me.

Stumbling forward she stood by a body and I see red… not blood but hair, hand outstretched in the final curse that robbed a blonde haired boy of his life.

Anyone but you

Returning to me is a ghost

For I would live for you

For I would die for you

For I would kill for you

We shall mourn and cry… we shall bury our loved lost ones and we shall record OUR history but now, but now I see my future… tomorrow will rob me of this feeling as guilt settles in.

But she looks up… she searches and her eyes lock with mine and in that moment I see something that will make it all ok… I see the same guilty thought passing through her mind.

It isn't you

The guilt will settle… for surviving, most likely… but for now I stumble forward with only my future in sight.

For I would kill for her and I would sacrifice everything for her.

"Harry, h-he's dea-"

"I know Hermione"

Two lives that night destroyed… mine and Ron's. The only problem was Ron wouldn't know of any of the guilt I would feel… the pain of knowing I choose for those to die… to die for her.

Anyone but you have died this night… including apart of the boy who lived.


this is a repost... one or two reviews pointed out that it was clear whose POV it was. hope this is a little bit clearer