In My Heart
By Fidelius Charm
Summary: It was unlike anything I had ever seen before; it was so beautiful and so heartbreaking. I read the names, each one, until I got to a name I could never move on from: Fredrick Weasely.
It was June 14th, 2006. I ask myself, had so much time passed by? Had it truly been six years since the end of the war? Had it been that long? I always said I'd give anything to have peace, to not have to worry about Death Eaters or Voldemort, but back then I had no idea what I was going to have to give. I had no idea I would have to give my heart.
I looked at the monstrous mountain of names that spanned 25 feet across and 7 feet high, one after the other I read the names I knew. Hannah Abbot. Katie Bell. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Angelina Johnson. Neville Longbottom. Luna Lovegood. Dean Thomas. Just to name a few. Then I got towards the end, and I began recognizing a family name, a family name I knew all too well. Weasely. My heart ached. There are too many names, too many. Especially too many Weasely's. I see Arthur, and Bill along with Charlie and George, and Ginny, and Molly, and Percy, and Ron. And I know his name is there too, right in front of me but I refuse to acknowledge it, I refuse. I will not look at it, I will never look at it.
But I know in my heart it is there, and I find my eyes glaring at a name chiseled into the stone:
Fredrick Weasely
We had been in love, and I still love him now. He was my pillar of hope. He represented everything I could have never found on my own in the middle of a war: happiness, joy, laughter, love. He would always tell me everything would alright; that when everything was over we could be together, get married, have a family, and live in peace. And I foolishly believe him. I believed we would both make it out. That together nothing could stand in our way.
But I was wrong, he was wrong, we were both so terribly wrong. We had forgotten that death does not show mercy towards those who are in love. It is a blind monster that destroys all, with no exception.
I traced the letters of his name with my finger, I closed my eyes and I pictured him standing in the doorway of the Burrow carrying a package of newly shipped Canary Creams a huge smile plastered across his face. Then my mind finds me picturing him at the beach, our favorite place to be, standing where the shore meets the water. He is looking towards the horizon and then he looks at me. A curious look in his eyes, he asks me, 'What is the matter 'Mione?' But I do not answer him, for my mind returns to reality.
I take out a peace of parchment and a muggle pencil and press it up against the marble. I swiftly begin to move the pencil across the parchment and as I do an imprint of his name appears. I place the paper in my shirt pocket, the pocket that is over my heart. For in my heart I will always carry him, I will keep him alive with my thoughts, I will remember him with love and passion, I will always picture him at the beach, smiling and living. I will carry him forever, because I love him.
Exegi monumentum aere perennius.
I have erected a monument more lasting than bronze.
-- Horace