She was sitting on the porch steps, waiting, hoping he would turn up. Hoping she could say sorry. She knew she couldn't change the past, but she hoped she could at least get a chance at redemption. Somewhere deep down, she knew he wasn't coming. She wasted too much time that can never be replaced. She'd wait forever if she had to, but then she won't accept her mistakes and move on. She sits on the porch steps crying. She's tearing at the walls in the corners of her mind.
She wants to apologize and wishes he'd come. But those times are gone. She regrets, but doesn't blame him for leaving. She so clearly remembers the mess they ended up in. What did they give it up for? It was such a small little thing. In the end, it was her everything - now lost. Now she'll never get the chance to say sorry.
She realizes that she's a witness to time - the evolving problems around the world. On the inside, she cries and on the outside sometimes as well. She's still waiting on those dull porch steps that linger with his memory. Deep in her soul, she's losing control. Each day that passes by, there's another consequence to her soul.
She can't face the problems, the evolving change. She dearly and sincerely wants to see him, to apologize, to make up. But she collapses into a breakdown of tears.
Nothing will bring him harm, even if they lie in the dark. The porch steps are waiting to guide her away from his lingering memory, but she doesn't want to leave. The city and haven they used to love has overtaken by darkness and snowy winters. She has a scar that will never heal or fade that will stay there forever. His name lies engraved on that scar to forever haunt her. She won't forget and it won't vanish. The scar stays, his laughter fades, she hopes she won't forget. All along, she saw his emotion, his feeling, everything. She thought that everything would come back, everything would be fine when she grew up. As long as she had him, but she doesn't
James Sirius Potter.