"These wounds won't seem to heal.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time can not erase."
It is true, Tom. Too much has happened… too much I have loved you. This wounds will never ever heal, my love, but they will fade. They already have faded.
Yet they will never disappear.
There is too much that time cannot erase. When we were young, we thought time was nothing. Later on, we thought time was almighty.
We were wrong anyway.
Time van do lots of things, my love, but it cannot wipe away the remainders of a love so strong as my love for you.
"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears."
Yet, that night was heaven. Paradise. A moonlit paradise with you and me, and nothing else.
Waking up the next morning felt like waking from a dream, yet it wasn't. Waking up from the great dream of my life has taken me more than one night. Sometimes, I wish that night had never happened. Yet I knew, I still know, that I would never have wanted to miss it…
The next day was Graduation Day, my love. I received my diploma from the hands of my beloved Head of House, Albus Dumbledore. You know what he said to me, Tom, that very day? You you don't. I'll tell you…
That evening, before the Hogwarts Express would take us home for the very last time, Albus came over to my Head Girl quarters.
"Come in!" I said- I was just packing my suitcases.
And he came in, Tom, and he grabbed my hands and smiled.
"Minerva," he then said. "Minerva, have you never thought of becoming a teacher?"
He meant it well- I read all his kindness in those soft, light blue eyes.
But I was already blind for kindness.
I smiled.
"Yes, to be honest, I have, Professor. But I have changed my mind. I am not meant to teach, Professor."
"Oh," he answered, a somewhat strange expression in his eyes.
"Have you got other plans, then?"
I nodded and hesitated, yet then told him, that man I had ever been able to trust, no matter what.
"I am moving to London, Professor. I will there… I don't know exactly what I want to… but…"
I didn't know how to tell him that I was leaving with you. For deep inside, a part of me already knew… Yet, he smiled again, with that very dame, strange expression in his eyes.
Now I know what that expression was.
It was sadness.
He already knew what I didn't.
"And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have all of me."
And, though it was hard for me to leave my dearly beloved Hogwarts- and especially my dearly beloved Transfigurations teacher-, I left the next day, with you.
Oh, how I still remember every tiny little detail of that day, when you, proudly, drove me to "your place", as you called it. You had a muggle car. You already hated muggles, but you had a muggle car. I remember, Tom. I remember everything.
"Does milady want to join me?" you spoke gentlemanly, as you extended your arm. I grinned and stepped into the car.
And we drove away.
I held you hand as we entered your flat, my love, you held my hand as I said how beautiful and wonderful it all was. I held your hand as I said how much I loved you.
But the worst thing was… that I meant it.
I held your hand, Tom.
Always.
"You used to captivate me by your resonating mind.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind."
Those first days, weeks, months were heaven, Tom. An immortal time, and I'll never forget it. That I can honestly promise you…
Living with you, my love, not having to hide our love anymore, waking up next to you and feeling your arms around me every single moment. And you were sweet, you were handsome, and you told me I was your goddess every free moment. What more could a girl ever have wanted?
For a girl I was, Tom, a silly, little schoolgirl, though I wasn't in school anymore. I, who had always thought myself highly exalted above all those idiotic, girly, giggling, naive creatures, I was one myself.
But when I realized that, it was already too late.
It usually is.
"Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me."
How could I have been so stupid? How could I? I was the smartest witch of my year, Tom, I was the youngest Animagus in over a century, but I didn't see what was so obvious!
You organized meetings, my love, meetings for your former little Slytherin friends. I despised them all. I guess they hated me as well, but they never showed it. They acted as if I was one of them, and not Real Gryffindor Number 1 and Archenemy Of Every Slytherin With The Tiniest Bit Of Selfrespect. I was the master's little girlfriend, the love slave of Lord Voldemort.
It still makes me sick.
You already used that name then, my love, and though I thought it ridiculous, I believed all your beautiful stories- it was all to make the world a better place. You would save the world, you would… And I, you promised me, would be your queen. You would worship me and I would be happy, always, and we would always love each other, and…
Stupid, idiotic stories, but I actually believed them.
At least- at first.
This pain is just too real.
There's just too much that time can not erase."
It is true, Tom. Too much has happened… too much I have loved you. This wounds will never ever heal, my love, but they will fade. They already have faded.
Yet they will never disappear.
There is too much that time cannot erase. When we were young, we thought time was nothing. Later on, we thought time was almighty.
We were wrong anyway.
Time van do lots of things, my love, but it cannot wipe away the remainders of a love so strong as my love for you.
"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you screamed I'd fight away all of your fears."
Yet, that night was heaven. Paradise. A moonlit paradise with you and me, and nothing else.
Waking up the next morning felt like waking from a dream, yet it wasn't. Waking up from the great dream of my life has taken me more than one night. Sometimes, I wish that night had never happened. Yet I knew, I still know, that I would never have wanted to miss it…
The next day was Graduation Day, my love. I received my diploma from the hands of my beloved Head of House, Albus Dumbledore. You know what he said to me, Tom, that very day? You you don't. I'll tell you…
That evening, before the Hogwarts Express would take us home for the very last time, Albus came over to my Head Girl quarters.
"Come in!" I said- I was just packing my suitcases.
And he came in, Tom, and he grabbed my hands and smiled.
"Minerva," he then said. "Minerva, have you never thought of becoming a teacher?"
He meant it well- I read all his kindness in those soft, light blue eyes.
But I was already blind for kindness.
I smiled.
"Yes, to be honest, I have, Professor. But I have changed my mind. I am not meant to teach, Professor."
"Oh," he answered, a somewhat strange expression in his eyes.
"Have you got other plans, then?"
I nodded and hesitated, yet then told him, that man I had ever been able to trust, no matter what.
"I am moving to London, Professor. I will there… I don't know exactly what I want to… but…"
I didn't know how to tell him that I was leaving with you. For deep inside, a part of me already knew… Yet, he smiled again, with that very dame, strange expression in his eyes.
Now I know what that expression was.
It was sadness.
He already knew what I didn't.
"And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have all of me."
And, though it was hard for me to leave my dearly beloved Hogwarts- and especially my dearly beloved Transfigurations teacher-, I left the next day, with you.
Oh, how I still remember every tiny little detail of that day, when you, proudly, drove me to "your place", as you called it. You had a muggle car. You already hated muggles, but you had a muggle car. I remember, Tom. I remember everything.
"Does milady want to join me?" you spoke gentlemanly, as you extended your arm. I grinned and stepped into the car.
And we drove away.
I held you hand as we entered your flat, my love, you held my hand as I said how beautiful and wonderful it all was. I held your hand as I said how much I loved you.
But the worst thing was… that I meant it.
I held your hand, Tom.
Always.
"You used to captivate me by your resonating mind.
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind."
Those first days, weeks, months were heaven, Tom. An immortal time, and I'll never forget it. That I can honestly promise you…
Living with you, my love, not having to hide our love anymore, waking up next to you and feeling your arms around me every single moment. And you were sweet, you were handsome, and you told me I was your goddess every free moment. What more could a girl ever have wanted?
For a girl I was, Tom, a silly, little schoolgirl, though I wasn't in school anymore. I, who had always thought myself highly exalted above all those idiotic, girly, giggling, naive creatures, I was one myself.
But when I realized that, it was already too late.
It usually is.
"Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams.
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me."
How could I have been so stupid? How could I? I was the smartest witch of my year, Tom, I was the youngest Animagus in over a century, but I didn't see what was so obvious!
You organized meetings, my love, meetings for your former little Slytherin friends. I despised them all. I guess they hated me as well, but they never showed it. They acted as if I was one of them, and not Real Gryffindor Number 1 and Archenemy Of Every Slytherin With The Tiniest Bit Of Selfrespect. I was the master's little girlfriend, the love slave of Lord Voldemort.
It still makes me sick.
You already used that name then, my love, and though I thought it ridiculous, I believed all your beautiful stories- it was all to make the world a better place. You would save the world, you would… And I, you promised me, would be your queen. You would worship me and I would be happy, always, and we would always love each other, and…
Stupid, idiotic stories, but I actually believed them.
At least- at first.
