My Weakness
Authour: ScullySayer-feedback and flames are all good! That can all go to mulder4scully@hotmail.com Reviews are awesome too! :D:D
Rating: G
Spoilers: If you can find a mentioning, mail me.
Summary: In the future, Harry has to confess his true feelings for the only girl he has ever loved before it might be too late.
Archive: My work is not good enough to archive and if you want to archive it, I'd call you crazy. But don't worry, we all have a *little* craziness! Just mail me if u wanna archive this with the site address, so's I can visit! :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, bla bla bla. If it were, would I really be writing this?
Authour Notes: I'm not one of these ships. I just started writing this when I got bored and suddenly it turned out like this! That's the reason why it also might be a *little* scruffy. And don't ask me about the end-I'm not really sure. Meh, go ahead and ask all you want! I don't mind.
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She never gave up on me.
All through our years together she was always there for me. Throughout our time at Hogwarts when we were growing up; after we graduated, and all the times I would scream and shout and break down crying; as we grew older, when she would still care for me, look after me, laugh with me and made sure that no one hurt me. For years and years and years our relationship grew and our friendship became stronger, closer and... well, just better.
She was my guardian angel.
I turn 30 tomorrow. You never really realize how old you're becoming until you actually stop and think about it. Ten years from tomorrow I'll be 40. Twenty years from tomorrow I'll be 50.
Fifty years from tomorrow I'll be 80.
Things have changed so, so much yet they still remain the same. The three of us have left Hogwarts, yet are still the closest of friends. We've all gotten jobs, all left home, all of us independent and not nearly as naive as we used to be. We've matured in every aspect of ourselves, and when we look back at our childhoods, we find it somewhere in ourselves to laugh, even though some of those times were the hardest we had ever experienced.
I'm only 29...well, 30, and I'm already sounding all philosophical.
But I know that I wouldn't have made it this far without her.
They're planning a surprise birthday party for me-I overheard them by accident a few days ago. Nice idea, I guess, although I've never exactly been one for parties.
As I stare into the mirror, my mind drifts as I study my appearance. I've grown taller, much taller, my shoulders are broader and my body developed. My eyes are as still as green as ever.
I run my hand through my ever-messy hair to reveal the thin, lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. It never left, even when he was defeated.
I don't care about him anymore. I don't think about him.
I do, however, think about her. And I know that I can't continue living like this, wondering what might happen. What if I never tell her how I feel? What if it's too late, and she falls in love and marries someone else? I would spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been, instead of enjoying it with her.
As I gently fall backwards onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling, I know that I have to tell her.
Tomorrow I might finally have a chance at happiness.
Tomorrow I will tell Hermione Granger I love her.
They said my love for her was my only weakness, but I brushed them off.
Told them I didn't love her.
I was blinded from the truth. I do love her, I love her with everything within me. Without her I would be nothing.
I just hope Ron doesn't mind.
Authour: ScullySayer-feedback and flames are all good! That can all go to mulder4scully@hotmail.com Reviews are awesome too! :D:D
Rating: G
Spoilers: If you can find a mentioning, mail me.
Summary: In the future, Harry has to confess his true feelings for the only girl he has ever loved before it might be too late.
Archive: My work is not good enough to archive and if you want to archive it, I'd call you crazy. But don't worry, we all have a *little* craziness! Just mail me if u wanna archive this with the site address, so's I can visit! :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, bla bla bla. If it were, would I really be writing this?
Authour Notes: I'm not one of these ships. I just started writing this when I got bored and suddenly it turned out like this! That's the reason why it also might be a *little* scruffy. And don't ask me about the end-I'm not really sure. Meh, go ahead and ask all you want! I don't mind.
~~
She never gave up on me.
All through our years together she was always there for me. Throughout our time at Hogwarts when we were growing up; after we graduated, and all the times I would scream and shout and break down crying; as we grew older, when she would still care for me, look after me, laugh with me and made sure that no one hurt me. For years and years and years our relationship grew and our friendship became stronger, closer and... well, just better.
She was my guardian angel.
I turn 30 tomorrow. You never really realize how old you're becoming until you actually stop and think about it. Ten years from tomorrow I'll be 40. Twenty years from tomorrow I'll be 50.
Fifty years from tomorrow I'll be 80.
Things have changed so, so much yet they still remain the same. The three of us have left Hogwarts, yet are still the closest of friends. We've all gotten jobs, all left home, all of us independent and not nearly as naive as we used to be. We've matured in every aspect of ourselves, and when we look back at our childhoods, we find it somewhere in ourselves to laugh, even though some of those times were the hardest we had ever experienced.
I'm only 29...well, 30, and I'm already sounding all philosophical.
But I know that I wouldn't have made it this far without her.
They're planning a surprise birthday party for me-I overheard them by accident a few days ago. Nice idea, I guess, although I've never exactly been one for parties.
As I stare into the mirror, my mind drifts as I study my appearance. I've grown taller, much taller, my shoulders are broader and my body developed. My eyes are as still as green as ever.
I run my hand through my ever-messy hair to reveal the thin, lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. It never left, even when he was defeated.
I don't care about him anymore. I don't think about him.
I do, however, think about her. And I know that I can't continue living like this, wondering what might happen. What if I never tell her how I feel? What if it's too late, and she falls in love and marries someone else? I would spend the rest of my life wondering what could have been, instead of enjoying it with her.
As I gently fall backwards onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling, I know that I have to tell her.
Tomorrow I might finally have a chance at happiness.
Tomorrow I will tell Hermione Granger I love her.
They said my love for her was my only weakness, but I brushed them off.
Told them I didn't love her.
I was blinded from the truth. I do love her, I love her with everything within me. Without her I would be nothing.
I just hope Ron doesn't mind.
