She is Gone
He looked over to the side of his bed where she was supposed to be. But she was not, she never was. His wife. The only one who ever looked forward to seeing him. But like everything in his world, she was gone too. It had happened a few years before. During the battle at Hogwarts, she had given her life to save his. One no one else cared about, one no one would ever think about afterwards. No one had even known they were married. No one would have approved. Not only was she his student, but a prized one, one of the greatest. They would have thought that he had her under some vile form of the imperius curse to serve him. No one could ever believe that she loved him and actually wanted to be with him on some level of intimacy, to them it was "who would want to?" But his witch, that's who, their best friend. But now she is gone and he cannot help but still feel terrible. He wished it was him, not her. That was what the Dark Lord intended to do. He did not even recognize him as a traitor before killing him. He killed him because he thought that he was the master and controller of the Elder Wand, but Harry Bloody Potter was. Harry Potter did not even seem to care that his best friend was gone, neither did Weasley. They mourned only a week before they started to celebrate that the Dark Lord was gone. Was he the only one who cared for her so much? He would not know. Who would think to tell the snarky potions master of the dungeons?