Cry III

Bloody hell, where is he? I mean, it's not like I want him to get here before it's time, but... I miss him, all right? I haven't seen him for so long – at least it feels like a long time. You understand what's it like to miss somebody you care for? I guess you don't.

Yes, it seems like a long time since I last saw him. And I know he's fighting and I'm not there to help him. I don't even know what's going on, I can just sit here and wait.

Maybe I should just go through the Gate and wait there, what do you think? I would have people to speak with then, I guess. I might even get to know how's Harry and when he's going to come here. It's just that I promised Harry I would wait. Sure, it was only said in jest, but... I really meant it. And I know he did too. We always thought – feared – he would be the one to do the waiting. I really hope he's all right.

So, what do you advice? Should I go in or stay here? You say nothing? And why am I speaking to a gatepost anyway?

Wait, someone's coming. Again. I don't like when they come here. I may sometimes want to have somebody to talk to, but they ask every kind of questions and... I mean, I just had a conversation with Remus... not so long ago. Got one of his philosophical lectures, too. And how did he get to teach DADA? They should install Philosophy of Ethics as a sublect in Hogwarts so students could listen to Remus. Or, they should have. A little late for that now, right?

Whoever it is, he's getting closer. Or her. Merlin, I hope it's not a kid again. I've seen too many of them lately. What the fuck is Dumbledore thinking?

Perhaps I can get some news about Harry. And the others. I guess I should get up and greet the new arrival properly. And it's definetly a he.

He looks kinda weary as he struggles along the road. It's uphill for him, I know. It was for me.

He's walking his head down. Maybe looking out for trecherous stones. The road looks very unstable when you're walking on it. Maybe he's just tired. Most of them - us - are.

He looks... familiar. Just a minute till he gets closer, then...

Oh, Merlin! Finally. I'm sorry that you're here and I'm not sorry at all, because you're finally here and... Oh, how I've missed you, Harry!

I must have cried out his name, because he looks up and then he's running to me, and he stumbles and I reach out to catch him and...

Bloody hell, I've made him cry again. But it's all right, because he's laughing too and holding onto me and...

And we'll never let go again.

The End (really, honestly)

A/N: Okay, I'm officially a sap. And sucker for happy endings. And I managed to kill them both off.