Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. I wrote this a long long time ago, so not very good but I thought it was quite nice actually and decided to publish it. This is completely random and it seems a tad illogical at times.

"Remember, no matter what, I will be there for you." She told him.

"Really? You promise?" He asked, afraid that she was only lying to him.

She pulled him into a hug, then whispered into his ear," Of course, silly. I promised. I love you."

He sighed blissfully. He never had anyone looking after him, being a friend to him, except Lily and her.


"... Are you okay?" She asked him with much concern.

"Okay? Okay? What do you think?" He spitted.

"Don't you dare use that tone on me when I didn't even do anything to you! You should be grateful I'm here. I should be consoling Lily now!" She regretted the moment she shouted those words. She never meant it to be that harsh, she just could not suppress the anger within her anymore.

"I'm... I'm sorry. It's just not fair!" He pouted like a four-year-old.

She softened a little, a tinge of sadness passed her eyes, so fast that he doubted it was even there. Her soft, brown eyes bored into his midnight ones, "Life is never fair." He was shocked that the usual cheerful girl he knew could say such depressing words. Then she added, while bracing herself, her usual smile spread over her face," Just live it. That's what life is for, right?"

For once, he doubted what she said.


I will always be there for you. I love you. I'll never leave you.

He laughed bitterly at that warm, soothing voice in his head. She promised she would always be there for him. She promised she would never leave him. Yet she was there, lying lifelessly in his arms. She would never be there for him again- to console him when he was down, to smile at him encouragingly whenever he needed it. He tried to brushed off the irritating voice in his head, but failed miserably. Are promises there just to be broken? Even she did not keep her promises, who would? He vowed never to trust anyone again, she had left a scar on his soul, adding another one for his countless collection.

A optimistic part of him(how could he ever be optimistic at that point of time?) told him to live his life and forget the miseries, like what she always tells him...


-A place far, far away, perhaps even another world.

Stupid git. Stop mourning. She flinched as she remembered his tears flowing down his cheeks. She had never expected that. Or... maybe she did. She had seen him cried a lot of times, but it never occur to her that... she chided herself to neglect him. She had too many things at hand. She had a mission. Excuses. She thought bitterly. I should have known better.

She had promised him that she would always be there. Would she? I will, I will. She told herself, determined. He never had a decent life and I will always be there for him. Always, until the very end, or say, eternity. Now I need to go, yet I still have so many things to tell him, so many. Maybe next life, next life, she assured herself.


They all knew. This was war, but there is always hope. Life still had to go on.

~Le Fin~