Author: I don't own Harry Potter or anything in it. I'm just a fan. First fic ever. Please R&R...

Without him I felt empty, and now he's gone…

The sun was up later that morning, the grass seemed dry. I walked out on to the veranda. My tea cup was very hot, which explains my mittens. The sky looked deep purple, the night was fading away. I checked my watch, 8:03 a.m. It was certainly time to head back inside. I entered my large, lonely house. I walked over to the fireplace, the mantle had pictures all over it. Many of him, many of us. Together. His hair was always messy, even though his mother tried to flatten it out. I grabbed the one picture of us, at the fair. We were sitting in the Ferris wheel, laughing. He was wearing his black shirt, I wore myfavorite orange and blackshirt. That was the summer my life changed forever. That was the summer when he told me he loved me. He told me we would never be apart. We would always share our laughter, our pain. I clutched the frame of the picture, peering into his blue eyes. They were full of life and zest. His hand was on my thigh, my focus completely on him. And then it changed. I would like to say that it happened quickly but it didn't. It was like Father Time wanted us to feel every moment of hate and anger. He wanted to test us. We didn't seem to pass that test, the most important test of all. The test of our friendship, of our love for each other. If it wasn't for that summer, I wouldn't have tried to hurt him, I wouldn't have. He would have found it a joke. All a joke. That's why I loved him and still do. Everything didn't need to be serious with him. Everything was so much more enjoyable. Now, he's gone. I can never see him again. And it was all over a few simple words, words that couldn't have been felt, if it weren't for love.

I'm sorry. I love you, but you'll never grow up. You'll be my little Peter Pan. I love you and I'm sorry.

Remembering those words made me heart sting. I needed to talk to him. I needed to tell him I was wrong. I needed to tell him that I was miserable without him, that he made me want to live. He was my best friend, my 'lovely'. His heartbeat kept me going. Waking up to his face in the middle of the night made me feel happy and safe. But I know now, it'll never be the same.

I walked upstairs to my room, I put the picture on the pillow next to mine. I still dreamt about him, his skin seemed just as soft. His eyes still gorgeously blue. His smile full of compassion and humor.

I looked at the picture, envying myself. He was gone. Although I would still see him. Perched over my bed sometimes. Looking at me from the windows of the old, lonely house. I would see him from the kitchen, when I was alone. When I cried, I would see him in the bedroom.

What's wrong my love? He would ask. Don't cry, you look so much prettier when you smile.

That afternoon felt cold. I looked upon the rock of which he stood still. There were the words I had wanted to say to him all my life.

My darling, my sweet. Even in death, you are my lovely.