She was gone…
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters(I wish I did)
It wasn't until then that he knew what she meant to him.
It wasn't until she fell.
Slowly, but still so beautiful.
It wasn't until then that he knew that she wasn't like the others.
She was special.
She was his most loyal.
She was his most skilled.
She was his everything.
She was his Bellatrix.
She was.
And until her death he never knew this.
It wasn't until now that he knew that he cared.
But it didn't matter anymore.
She was gone…
Gone before he could ever have noticed his feelings for her.
Gone before he ever could understand why he could never hurt her.
It wasn't until now that he knew he could love…
He loved her…
But she would never know.
Because she was gone…
He couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't do anything to bring her back…to bring his love back…
He couldn't do anything but kill the woman that had killed her…killed his love.
He blew away his opponents and ran toward the blood traitor with anger he had never experienced before.
Het reached her, but before he could do anything…he was there.
Potter! How could he still be alive?
But actually he didn't care that much anymore.
Not now that she was gone…
He felt so empty.
Potter talked to him, was mocking him, but it did him nothing.
He didn't care about winning anymore, all he wanted was for her to be back.
Potter raised his wand and so did he.
'Expelliarmus'
'Avada Kedavra'
He casted the curse to kill the boy, but he knew he was going to lose.
All of his Death Eaters were defeated.
And without them, especially without her, he didn't stand a chance against all of them.
He felt the curse rebounding onto him and then…
He felt nothing.
He was dead, but he, to his own surprise, didn't care.
He waited there for her to come and see him again now that they were both dead.
But she wasn't there, no-one was there, only him.
He was alone, like he always had been, and for the first time in his life it hurt.
He was alone…
She was gone…
Forever…
