One Year Later
I walked up the hill to the grave yard, clutching the roses tightly.
"This is my fault," I sobbed as I walked through the isles of stones looking at the moon.
I knelt beside a stone and cried silent tears of pain, loss and sorrow.
The roses I had placed in the vase had wilted leaving nothing but a brownish dead petal.
The stone read words I never wanted to see.
Harry James Potter
Died at the hands of Voldemort
A loving husband, father and a dear best friend...
I traced the inscription with my index finger as I cried...
They had just made up that very day and gone home.
We didn't live together long
The twins were at day care and I was at work when it all happened.
When I returned the house was in ruins and Harry's body was found near the collapsed stairs and that was when I knew that You-Know-Who had finally caught up with him.
There was a photo on the stone, a photo of Harry the christmas before, the Christmas which I had missed with him and he was smiling.
I pulled out a knife which I had stolen from the kitchen from my purse.
Quickly I ran the knife along my arm, watching the blood run down my arms...
I could here my children crying in my mind but they were going to be taken care of by Ron..
I slid the knife across my cheek and then carved a love heart in my skin saying GH.
The wound was deep and it pained me to feel the pain but I knew it must be done
I thought about the twins, growing up without a mother and a father but i'd asked Ron to give them a letter from me when they recieved their Hogwarts letters...
"I'm coming Harry," I whispered as I plunged the knife through my body and into my heart...
I died instantly, silencing the babies cries in my mind...
Slowly I fell onto Harry's grave stone and my blood trickled down over his picture, over his smiling face and down to where the love heart was at the bottom.
I stayed slumped over the grave stone, my blood trickling down the cold stone, onto the dead grass...
My blood was as red as the roses which lay in the path of the blood...
They bore a note, from Harry to me, to Valentines day before he died...
I love you with all my heart...
One lone red rose lay wilted on the ground...
That was my rose...
It has wilted when i'd died...
((A/N This is the end of Part One. Please read and enjoy part 2! I warned you about the content of this chapter))