This is very different from my previous writing styles. Hope that you like this. R/R I don't own them.

Life Goes On

At the beginning of my first year, I offered you my friendship and you ungratefully declined it. I was sad really. I wanted to be your friend but you preferred to be my foe. Well, nothing could be done, was there? I don't know.

I graduated. Became a death-eater like everybody had expected. The mark hurt but it hurts more when I knew you were an Auror and was hunting for death-eaters, like me. I couldn't explain why it hurts so much when I thought of you one day killing me.

Voldemort ordered me to kill you. I can't, I said that on the spot and I was almost killed by Avada Kedavra, my father pleaded and said he would so the job for me. I never knew my father loved me that much. I knew he would die, if he faced you so I left as planned. My life was nothing except hell wrapped glamorously.

I faced you, neither defeated nor won. I looked at you and said 'so what's the result of this'. You said nothing as you approached me, you kissed me and I was defeated, you won, you knew something that I didn't know before the kiss, that was 'I loved you'.

You told me if I go over to your side then we would have a better chance for a better future. For once, I hesitated; I wasn't sure, my family would get killed. My beloved mother, I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I declined your offer and fled into the darkness, the place where I should be. I stabbed myself to make it looked like I had gone through I fierce battle and lost. I was relieved from a death sentence but I was locked up for nearly a month.

When I came out from the prison, how ironic I was to be saved by Hermione Granger. It happened that while I was locked up, the final battle was fought and Voldemort was defeated. When the infiltrated our base, they decided to take a look at our cells and they happened to find me.

I asked about you, Hermione Granger burst into tears and said, you were pulled down the cliff by Voldemort when he fall. I was stunned, the boy who lived died, I couldn't believe it.

Your body was not found and what laid in your coffin was your wand.

Well, five years had passed and now I'm a businessman, a legal one, selling magic items. I'm thinking of doing muggle trade. Well, my parents survived the battle five years ago and now went off somewhere to enjoy life. And, I, a twenty-five years old man still mourning after your death. Crying in the silent of the night, thinking, what would happen if I had taken your offer?

Life continues~~~

I walked down a muggle street and I bumped into somebody. Sorry, he said. He had a head of raven hair and emerald eyes and a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.

He then said, "You look familiar do I know you?"

I was too stunned to answer.

"Sorry, I lose my memory five years ago. Found drifting by the river," After seeing my blank expression, "Sorry, I must go." You turned and-

"I won't let you go again." I caught your hand.

~~~and life goes on and on~~~

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