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A/N: This is just a little piece of angst, just because I felt like crying a good bawl. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
THREE LITTLE WORDS
He smiled fondly, his eyes clouded with tears, but his face dry. He had promised he wouldn't cry, not for her. He had promised he would laugh, celebrate the day as she would have, if she had been there. So many people had lamented her death, but they never knew her as he did. Never knew the girl he had grown to love, who had taught him to love. They said they felt the loss. But they didn't, they could never know what it was like to live without HER.
She was his everything, from the moment she had protected his identity until the moment she drew her last breath. Actually, she still was. She permeated the atmosphere of everything he had created, everything he strived to do, everything he was. He had remade himself in her image, into the person that she could have been, though naught was gained but more heartache. Her life still made his, even in her death.
He had been there that fateful day, everyone in the Order had, when she stumbled in, clutching a hastily scribbled note, and then she stumbled back out. Blood had been smeared across the writing, but the message was urgent. War was upon the Wizarding World, and the Boy-who-lived was fighting the Man-who-would-be-King. She had to go, of course, had to return to His side, fight His fight, and in the end, she took the final blow meant for him, and him alone, thus, giving Him enough time to defeat the Dark Wizard, saving the world.
When they collected her body, all condolences were sent to him, along with a letter bearing his name on the front, in her handwriting. He didn't open it until after the funeral, until after she was long gone from his side. Then, and only then, did he have the courage to read the words she wanted him to see. Only then did he find the ability to forgive himself for her death.
"Remus?" A soft voice broke into his musings. "Remus, Harry, Ron, and I are here. We want to see you."
He nodded, rising to exit the room, the letter that had been clutched in his hand lay on the sofa, forgotten for the moment, for misery loves company. Ginny noticed the crumpled parchment, and her curiosity reared. She wanted to know why it was Remus kept that little scrap of writing to himself. She decided to take a look.
She picked up the parchment delicately, almost reverently, reading it. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the script of her best friend. Only three little words were printed on the page with painstaking care. Her eyes blurred as she dropped the note. She hadn't known, and she supposed no one had. No wonder he was so upset this time of year, it being her birthday and all. Ginny left the room, the words on the note rolling about in her head. "Love Always, Hermione".
A/N: This is just a little piece of angst, just because I felt like crying a good bawl. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
THREE LITTLE WORDS
He smiled fondly, his eyes clouded with tears, but his face dry. He had promised he wouldn't cry, not for her. He had promised he would laugh, celebrate the day as she would have, if she had been there. So many people had lamented her death, but they never knew her as he did. Never knew the girl he had grown to love, who had taught him to love. They said they felt the loss. But they didn't, they could never know what it was like to live without HER.
She was his everything, from the moment she had protected his identity until the moment she drew her last breath. Actually, she still was. She permeated the atmosphere of everything he had created, everything he strived to do, everything he was. He had remade himself in her image, into the person that she could have been, though naught was gained but more heartache. Her life still made his, even in her death.
He had been there that fateful day, everyone in the Order had, when she stumbled in, clutching a hastily scribbled note, and then she stumbled back out. Blood had been smeared across the writing, but the message was urgent. War was upon the Wizarding World, and the Boy-who-lived was fighting the Man-who-would-be-King. She had to go, of course, had to return to His side, fight His fight, and in the end, she took the final blow meant for him, and him alone, thus, giving Him enough time to defeat the Dark Wizard, saving the world.
When they collected her body, all condolences were sent to him, along with a letter bearing his name on the front, in her handwriting. He didn't open it until after the funeral, until after she was long gone from his side. Then, and only then, did he have the courage to read the words she wanted him to see. Only then did he find the ability to forgive himself for her death.
"Remus?" A soft voice broke into his musings. "Remus, Harry, Ron, and I are here. We want to see you."
He nodded, rising to exit the room, the letter that had been clutched in his hand lay on the sofa, forgotten for the moment, for misery loves company. Ginny noticed the crumpled parchment, and her curiosity reared. She wanted to know why it was Remus kept that little scrap of writing to himself. She decided to take a look.
She picked up the parchment delicately, almost reverently, reading it. Her eyes widened as she gazed at the script of her best friend. Only three little words were printed on the page with painstaking care. Her eyes blurred as she dropped the note. She hadn't known, and she supposed no one had. No wonder he was so upset this time of year, it being her birthday and all. Ginny left the room, the words on the note rolling about in her head. "Love Always, Hermione".