Disclaimer: Not JKR. Don't sue.
A/N: This is the darkest thing I've written in a long, long time. I don't know where it came from, though, as I am happier this week than I have been in a long time. Odd, I know.
Edited for a little error in killing someone twice. :-)
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They tell me I'm a hero. They tell me I saved the world. They tell me I am the most powerful wizard ever. They don't know shit.
If I was such a hero, I could have saved more people. If I was the most powerful wizard ever, this war wouldn't have drug along as long as it did. I didn't want to save the world; I'd settle for saving myself.
Since it all ended, they have forgotten about me. I couldn't care less. All I ever wanted was to be left alone. Now I have my wish. I knew I should have listened when they told me to be careful of what I wish for. I can't believe they're all gone. The ones that stood with me at that last battle. Ron. Hermione. Dean. Neville. Luna. Seamus. McGonagall. Snape. Dumbledore. Lupin. You. Everyone that I had ever cared about or, in Snape's case, those that felt it necessary to put their conscious to rest.
Dean was the first to fall. Literally stabbed in the back by none other than Lucious Malfoy. Lupin was next, a silver bullet shot from the dark. Luna went in a flash of green light, followed by Seamus. A twisted sense of humor got McGonagall; she was transfigured into a plush cat, then incinerated. Snape was reduced to a bubbling pile of goo. Neville stepped in front of the killing curse for me. Ron and Hermione - how I miss them still – died within moments of one another. Ron caught a severing charm; Hermione, a blood-boiling hex. I never saw what happened to Dumbledore, one moment he was standing next to me, the next, he had fallen.
Draco, my dragon, though not dead, you might as well be. So ferocious, living up to your namesake in those final moments. Death Eaters died and scattered. You cleared the way for me. I took out Tom and we would have been okay, if not for Bellatrix. I'm glad I finally had the pleasure of killing her. She took Sirius from me. She took you from me. But, not dead, no. If you had died, too, I would have gone with you. Finally able to meet my parents.
I sit with you every day. Frank and Alice Longbottom the only others in the room, other than the occasional medi-witch or –wizard. I sit and hold your hand and talk to you. I hope you can hear me. You sleep so peacefully. No nightmares haunt you. But you open your eyes and don't see me. How I long for the recognition I used to see in your eyes. The passion of the night before that last battle. The hatred of our first years at Hogwarts. Anything. Please? Just a spark that tells me you're still there? Something?
Everyday I sit here with your hand in mine, while you stare out the window. Or maybe you aren't staring out the window, but within. Nothing registers on your face. Not recognition, not pain, not happiness. Nothing.
It has been three years now. Three years of talking to you, and not getting a response. You are the only thing tying me here. Holding me here. You told me once to never give up hope, because sometimes that's all we have. I now know what you mean.
How I wish things could be different.
But, no. This is how it is.
And I must hope.
Because hope is all that's left.