Remember how I was lost? Remember how I couldn't remember where I was? Remember when I couldn't recognize Dumbledore? ... I'm sorry for that. I just wanted to let you know that it wasn't on purpose. But it was my fault. I just ... you understand what happened, don't you, darling? I'm sure you do -- you always do. Maybe the curse wasn't my fault, but I let him put me under it ... I could have stopped it. Moody -- I mean Crouch -- remember that class on Unforgivable Curses? I almost resisted it then. I'd learned to.
But I couldn't stop this. Do you think I was just tired? ... Maybe I wasn't concentrating hard enough. Wasn't concentrating -- yes, I think that was it. Because I know I wasn't.
That's right. I know I wasn't -- I know. I know what I was thinking of, when I should have been concentrating .. I was thinking of you. I was remembering the way that strand of hair slipped out of your bun this morning at breakfast, and it covered the expression in your eyes .. and then you turned your head aside, and I could see your eyes ...
That was better than the light of a million suns, a million moons; that was better than the hope of a million dreams, a million fantasies; and that's what else I wanted to tell you. I wanted to say thank you, Hermione, thank you for letting me gaze into your wondrous eyes .. and I wanted to beg you to see them again. Once more -- that's all I ask. Is that so terrible? Is that such a thing to ask?
If it is I'm sorry. It's not a request .. it's a plea. Please, please, let me look into your eyes again .. let me drown in your eyes .. let my entire being dissolve into your eyes ..
Then I'd be in a paradise, not in this walled prison that pretends to be one. I'm stuck here, just like I was stuck there, but worse -- because there I had a hope of escaping. And I wish I could tell you that for your eyes, I'd travel a million miles across a million worlds, but I can't tell you that, darling, because I couldn't do it if I tried. I can't. And do you know the truth? The truth is I can't do anything, except sit up here and dream, sit up here and remember .. your eyes, that hair .. your face, that morning. His eyes, his hands, his wand -- that afternoon.
Do you know -- I could go over it a thousand times in my head and it would never change. I've memorized every detail of that day. I've gone over every single nanosecond of my life, I've added them all, I've multiplied them ...
But how come your eyes are always better?
You were there, that's all. You were there.
And I was here.