A/N: I don't own any of the characters or anything, OK?
Our first kiss was at the first wedding I'd ever been to. It was the first time we danced. The first time I stared into his eyes and knew that I'd never be alone, I'd never need anything ever again as long as we were together.
The first time we said "I love you" was on the first day it snowed that winter. The first time we never slept, just stared out the window, watching the snow drift down, talking but knowing we didn't need to.
The second time we held each other and cried was at the second funeral I'd ever been to. It was the second time the Wizarding World rejoiced the end of a reign of terror. But it was the first time I saw Ginny, stripped of all her happiness, half-drifting through the rest of her life. The first time I saw the person I loved more than anyone in more pain than I could bear. And the first time I truly understood that The Boy Who Lived was the most noble and heroic person the world had ever known.
That year, I stopped counting our firsts. Everything blurred together, indiscernible, each day just us, together, with no one else in the world. We were two-thirds of a trio that could never be reunited. We were broken, damaged.
I only remember one more first. It was the first day that I was alone. The first day I didn't have sparkling blue eyes to drown in and protect me from the rest of the world. The first day I had absolutely nothing.
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. Please review, I want to hear how I did!