Never again would he laugh.
Never again would he tease her.
Never again would he bully people.
Never again would he defend her from bigots.
Never again would he ruffle his annoyingly messy hair.
Never again would he play a prank.
Never again would he win a quidditch match.
Never again would he smile.
Or wave.
Or even look her way.
Strange how much her heart shattered at the funeral.
His funeral.
Never again would he tell her he loved her.
And she would never have the chance to say yes.
Yes I will go out with you.
Yes I will marry you.
Yes I do love you.
Yes.