& He Drowned on His Own Blood
(one shot by Hermoine)
disclaimer: i don't own harry potter (even though i wish i did)
a/n: i don't care about capitalization. i'm trying to achieve a certain effect.
i'm trying to figure out how i could explain this. i'm trying to get over the fact that he did die; that he did drown on his own blood. how could i just stand there, under that ridiculous cloak and let him die. i watched him die! and i stood there and did nothing about it. was it fear? or did i want him to die? ...
i remember it so clearly. i just stood there and i watched in horror as that effing snake was unleased upon him. he tried to fight, but it was a losing battle. i-i just froze, caught up with it all. when he struggled with trying to conjure a flask for himself, i finally came to my senses. i conjured it for him. at the time, i didn't realize how much i loved him. i didn't realize that the hate that i had for him was a cover up. it was me masking my feelings. and i stood there and i watched as the love of my life died. i watched as he looked into harry's eyes for the last time, seeing his love's eyes for the last time. and he was gone. gone forever.
he would never know how i felt for him. and i didn't have the guts to tell him! i just lost all control of my mind. and now...i am stuck in this life of mine. unable to function. what will i do?
i've learned so many things from his memories and that makes me love him even more. i will always keep him in my heart. i made my way back to his burial site. "here lies a hero" is on his headstone. i wept non stop until i fell asleep. when i finally woken, it was twilight. i brushed the leaves from my hair and i pressed my lips to his headstone for the last time. i whispered to him, "forever yours" i'll never forget him.
i've tried so many times to end my life, but i know that he wouldn't have wanted that. so now, i stand, a stronger woman. and i know he is smiling down on me.
a/n: jeez don't be harsh..i was just trying to do this one shot.
