My Lover's Gone-Dido
My lover's gone
I know that kiss will be my last
no more his song
the tune upon his lips has passed
Chapter One
Two Years LaterMy life has taken a new turn. I am now officially Healer Granger. And if I believe what the head healer says, I'm one of the best. Harry likes to joke on how I will start a campaign to allow house-elves to join as healers soon, but then neither of us really laughs at that. Its just one of his poor jokes that Ron likes to call," the war after effects"
Yes, we survived the worst of the war. And what's more, Voldemort died a painful and terrible death. Perhaps to exact what he done to the others around him. Harry continued as an Auror after the war, he married Ginny, now a witch weekly journalist, a few months later.
Ron however decided to call quits on all the fighting. Having seen the worst of dark arts and wizards, his infatuation with being an Auror ended, and so he joined the chudley cannons, his favorite team, as a keeper of course. And no, we don't sing 'Weasley is our king' to encourage him anymore. Turns out he is pretty good at the keepers job with any support as such. It took almost a year to get him convinced that he is in love with Luna, and so, they are now happily engaged.
And me...well, I am a healer. And that's my life. I am the one handling most long term and serious cases. Because those are the ones I can handle easily. For me, the more the tougher...the more the better. But it's hard in some ways, especially when you develop a bond with patients.
Still, I don't have complains. Because I realize that every bit I do is helping someone lead a better life than what would become of him or her without care.
And so whole year has passed for all of us. Harry and Ron often try to link me up to people. But I refuse. Because a year has passed, but memories are still there. Draco is still there, in my memories at least. No one saw him anywhere. Even long after the war had ended. Infect, people weren't even sure which side he was from. But with mixed opinions, they couldn't name him a death eater, so, he became a name in the list if causalities. Assuming him to be one of the many unfortunate citizens that died amidst the war.
Sometimes, I want to rebel against this. Draco, was a spy for the order, and had risked his life innumerably for saving the many that thrive today. But a handful of people of the order only, knew this. From them, the ones alive to say this? Me, Ron, Ginny, Luna and Harry.
Harry was the first to object. He wanted Draco to have a part in the war memorial for the risks he took. To have a grave with his name, and the respect from the people. But I stopped him.
Somehow, I still feel he is not dead. Alive, but lost, and trying to come back to all of us, to me. To clear everything up. I still feel his presence you know. And this might be stupid, I know, but my sixth sense stops me from seeing Draco Malfoy as a martyr...as of now.
So, Draco remains as a poor unaware citizen, killed innocently in the war.
If only...I could believe that.
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