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A/N: This was written for the prompt of the day at Hogwarts Online, for 1/04/11: 'love letters'. After writing this, I have fallen in love with my version of Fabian, and I hope to do a proper length story about him and my OC! Please tell me what you think in a review!


I'm sitting here, on the bench where we first met, clutching a bundle of letters, tied together with a red ribbon. His favourite colour. Everywhere I look, I see these little things that remind me of him.

The ice-cream van trundling past, he used to love watching the children as they crowded around it; the seagulls circling overhead, their screeching always irritated him; the old tree in the park, he used to climb it in the summer, and he laughed at my fear of heights. The memories swirl around me, making me feel like I can't breathe, and some wild thing inside me is clawing and screaming and tearing my heart into shreds, as his voice attacks my mind from all sides.

"I'll never, ever leave you, Vi. I promise."

But I should have known, shouldn't I? I feel disgusted at the sudden urge to laugh that springs up within me, remembering how he talked about his beloved Order. He was obsessed. I should have known that he would charge off into battle, leaving me in the dust, and that would be the end of that. Of course I should have, but whether I wanted to was another matter entirely.

I didn't want to think about it, and it's amazing how easy it was to shut it off, to force myself to forget everything, and just relax into his arms as he kissed me senseless.

I look down, at the pile of parchment and Muggle paper, a year's worth of love in words, and right on top is my last letter to him. Written in a frenzy, right after they told me.

- x –

They are saying that you've gone, that you can't come back. Their faces are pale and drawn, and they look like they haven't been sleeping. Like me, because I'm always worrying about you, even though you laugh at me for it. I worryworryworry like you wouldn't believe, just like your sister. Your sister who just came into my kitchen and hugged me so tight, and she didn't let go for what felt like hours.

They're all lying, though, aren't they? They're just playing some horrible joke on me. Because I know, deep down inside me, that you won't leave me, ever. You're going to stroll into my kitchen, smiling with that gorgeous smile of yours, and ask me why I listened to your stupid fretting family. Aren't you?

Because you won't leave me, ever. Will you? I know you'll come back, but it would be good if you could come back soon, love, because I miss you. And this joke that they're playing is making me feel lonely. So lonely. So please, please come back to me.

I love you forever and ever (and even some more after that).

Violet xxx

- x -

The letter in my hand feels like it burning me, my ignorant, disbelieving words twisting themselves around me, and I quickly fold it back into the bundle. I stand up, accidentally-on-purpose dropping my bag, so that I don't have to look at the corner of the bench where we carved our names, and make my way down the steps of the promenade.

And that is how I find myself standing on a blustery English beach, watching as his love letters drift away from me, watching as they get swallowed up by the rolling waves. Watching as the last bit of him that I have left disappears.