Aimee
I was surrounded… Surrounded by light, by clouds, by haze. I tried to move but soon realized I was paralyzed. My mind slowly cleared as I came to, and I saw a pair of green eyes starring at me. My last memory came flooding back to me as I accepted the hand the green-eyed woman offered me.
I had been talking to my son – our son – when Voldemort had turned on me. After that, I remember nothing but fog and haze, no pain.
I smile up at her, standing up and taking her in my arms. How long has it been? Fifteen, sixteen years? It used to be I could tell you down to the month, the week, the day, the hour, the minute, the second… It doesn't matter anymore.
She was here. I prayed this wasn't a dream. I was dead, I knew it, but I never imagined an afterlife as sweet as this. We never needed words; she was with me again and that's all I needed.
"Lily…" I breathed, kissing my wife on the forehead. I was seventeen again, like I was before everything happened… During the happiest times of my life.
"What took you so long?" she smiled. Her smile could always light up a thousand rooms and I could never resist it.
"I had to take care of Harry." I smiled back, kissing her softly.
"How is he?" Lily asked, wrapping her arms around me in the foggy mist.
"Alive and well… He looks like me."
Lily smiled, resting her head on my shoulder. "I missed you."
"It took us fifteen years, Lily… but I finally found out… why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I knew Papa would tell you when the time was right… He did, didn't he?"
"Yes baby, he did." I sighed, breathing in her scent.
"I've been waiting for you." Lily said, looking up at me.
"You were, were you?" I smiled, kissing her nose. "Do you think we could wait for Harry?"
Lily nodded, "That's what we're doing right now."
"What if it takes forever?" I asked.
"It won't, I promise. No one can live forever."
I couldn't control myself. I couldn't handle it… Everything was a blur. I had terrible nightmares, each of him dying over and over again inside my head. I missed him so unbelievably much, I couldn't stand it.
I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. I never really loved her like that… How could I? She was my best friend, she was only trying to comfort me when things got out of hand. We're both 17, it wasn't illegal… To me, it only made the pain ten times greater, knowing what I was about to do. I kissed her forehead softly, saying my last goodbyes. I had already sent a note with Hedwig to Dumbledore, he would know by sunrise… By then it would be too late.
I tipped the glass vile up towards my lips, shuddering
slightly at the icy feeling that was slowly sliding down my throat, freezing
my insides. I dropped the vile with a shatter and collapsed next to Hermione's
sleeping form.
It saw him coming… it was far too soon, it had only been a few minutes. Why now? I looked at Lily with questionable eyes and she just shrugged. I led her to our son, whose long black hair was falling into his eyes.
"Harry…" I let go of Lily and hugged him. I heard his tears as he squeezed me so tightly, if I had been alive it would have caused me terrible pain. I tried to silence him, but eventually motioned for Lily to come and help me.
She touched his shoulder lightly, smiling as he looked up at her seventeen year old form. He immediately wiped his eyes and smiled, giving her a hug much softer than the one I had received.
"Mum… I missed you."
Lily smiled and closed her hand around mine. "I missed you too… you're so handsome, just like your father."
Harry smiled, then looked up at me. "I'm sorry."
I looked at his quizzically, "For what?"
"I let you down." He said quietly.
I shook my head. "Impossible."
He looked up at me, tears threatening to spill once more. "I love you, Dad."
My worry suddenly faded into a smile, and all was well. "I love you too, Son."
"And I love you both! Now, can we please go home?" Lily asked, tugging my hand towards a light I had not seen earlier.
"Yes, love." I smiled over at my son and wife,
"Let's go home."
If tomorrow is judgement day
And I'm standin' on the front line
And the Lord ask me what I did w/ my life
I will say I spent it withyou
If I wake up in World War Three
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if youcommin' with me
Cause your love is my love
and my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couln't hold us
If I lose my fame and fortune
And I'm homeless on the street
And I'm sleepin' in Grand Central Station
It's okay if you're sleepin' with me
As the years they pass us by
we stay young through eachother's eyes
And no matter how old we get
It's okay as long as I got you babe
Cause your love is my love
and my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couln't hold us
If I should die this very day
Don't cry, cause on earth we wasn't meant to stay
And no matter what people day
I'll be waiting for you after judgement day
Cause your love is my love
and my love is your love
It would take an eternity to break us
And the chains of Amistad couln't hold us
*Whitney Houston, My Love Is Your Love - (my favorite song)
A/N: Once again, would you rather have Harry tormenting himself for the rest of his life or join his family? I know it's a pissy ending, but I know if my Dad ever died before I was out and on my own (my mother died five years ago), I'd kill myself, no questions asked. Harry didn't die a virgin though... That's always a good thing, right?
Kidding.