A man in a slightly wrinkled black suit walks through a barren
graveyard. In his arms are two bunches of roses. He heads for a small
fenced plot under a maple tree. He walks silently through the gate and
takes off his suit jacket. After draping it on the back iron fence he faces
the two headstones. He kneels before the dark red marble and says a few
quiet words, then places deep red roses under the words:
Narcissa Malfoy
April 1959-June 1998
Mother and Wife
The man moves to his right, to the other marble headstone, the one he made the trip to see. He stretches his hand out to lay the roses in front of the white stone but stops to steady his hand. His hand still trembles when the pink blooms are lain on the damp grass.
"I love you, you know that, right? I hope you do. I know I said it thousands of times. But did you really know? Did you really know how deeply I loved you?"
He pauses to pick yellow and orange leaves from the grave. He picks them off one at a time, hoping to expand the time he has to visit the one he loved so deeply.
"I hope you knew before. Before that day. The day when the angels cried. That's what I'll call it from now on. I think, no, I know they cried that day. They cried for us twice, once on that day and one other time."
He smiles slightly. His hand goes to the gold ring on his finger. Tears are in his eyes but they refuse to fall.
"Our wedding day. I remember, It started to sprinkle just after the ceremony. I thought it would ruin our day. Then you said that the angels were crying in joy for us. That was the happiest day of my life. I'll never forget it, or anything that happened with you."
His composure starts to crumble and the tears in his eyes stream down his face uncontrollably.
"Harry, I can't go on with out you. My life means nothing. Without you I'll go back to being the emotionless thing I was at Hogwarts. I don't want that. I want you, Harry, my love. Please Harry, don't leave me. Please..."
Draco breaks off too overcome by sorrow to speak. Raindrops start to fall from the sky soaking the blonde man. He sits staring at the grave not caring about the cold rain. Slowly the tears stop and his ability to speak returns.
"I'll miss you. And I'll always love you. The angels are crying Harry. You, I know, are crying for me. Please don't, I'll be all right. I promise. I'll be back, but goodbye for now, my love. Goodbye."
He slowly climbs to his feet and picks up his jacket. The rain starts to slow as Draco leaves the plot of land his family lays in. Before exiting the graveyard, he turns and looks back at the stone marking where his love lay, memorizing the few words carved there.
Harry Potter
July 31 1980 - May 16 1999
Loved Husband and Hero to All.
Narcissa Malfoy
April 1959-June 1998
Mother and Wife
The man moves to his right, to the other marble headstone, the one he made the trip to see. He stretches his hand out to lay the roses in front of the white stone but stops to steady his hand. His hand still trembles when the pink blooms are lain on the damp grass.
"I love you, you know that, right? I hope you do. I know I said it thousands of times. But did you really know? Did you really know how deeply I loved you?"
He pauses to pick yellow and orange leaves from the grave. He picks them off one at a time, hoping to expand the time he has to visit the one he loved so deeply.
"I hope you knew before. Before that day. The day when the angels cried. That's what I'll call it from now on. I think, no, I know they cried that day. They cried for us twice, once on that day and one other time."
He smiles slightly. His hand goes to the gold ring on his finger. Tears are in his eyes but they refuse to fall.
"Our wedding day. I remember, It started to sprinkle just after the ceremony. I thought it would ruin our day. Then you said that the angels were crying in joy for us. That was the happiest day of my life. I'll never forget it, or anything that happened with you."
His composure starts to crumble and the tears in his eyes stream down his face uncontrollably.
"Harry, I can't go on with out you. My life means nothing. Without you I'll go back to being the emotionless thing I was at Hogwarts. I don't want that. I want you, Harry, my love. Please Harry, don't leave me. Please..."
Draco breaks off too overcome by sorrow to speak. Raindrops start to fall from the sky soaking the blonde man. He sits staring at the grave not caring about the cold rain. Slowly the tears stop and his ability to speak returns.
"I'll miss you. And I'll always love you. The angels are crying Harry. You, I know, are crying for me. Please don't, I'll be all right. I promise. I'll be back, but goodbye for now, my love. Goodbye."
He slowly climbs to his feet and picks up his jacket. The rain starts to slow as Draco leaves the plot of land his family lays in. Before exiting the graveyard, he turns and looks back at the stone marking where his love lay, memorizing the few words carved there.
Harry Potter
July 31 1980 - May 16 1999
Loved Husband and Hero to All.