A/N I cried when I wrote this, so I hope you all like it...
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The 20 year-old Harry Potter sat on his overstuffed couch, cradling his head in his hands. The tears he had held in for so long streaking down his cheeks. His emerald eyes were glazed over and his messy raven hair wasn't even making an effort to resist being neat.
Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
He wiped the tears from his cheeks and stood up so ubruptly, all the blood rushed to his head, momentarily blurring his vision, but he payed no heed to it. He walked out of his temporary two-room apartment and walked onto the wet streets of London. The streets were almost completely abandoned, and the rain poured heavily on the wizard, mixing with his salty tears.
Without you within me I can't find no rest
Where I'm going is anybody's guess.
His feet carried him through the soaked streets to some unknown destination. The familiar faces of his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, flashing through his mind.
Ron Weasley, his long ginger hair and freckles, complimenting his crooked smile. Harry had farewelled him almost a month before, as Ron went off to go work in Romania with his older brother Charlie, who worked with dragons. He had grown out his hair in the style of his other brother, Bill, and had a gotee that he had grown out ever since he saw one in a muggle magazine. Harry had recieved an owl that morning from Ron, saying that he was doing great, with the exception of a few cuts and bruises.
Hermione Granger though, was of a different sort entirely. She was the most brilliant witch that Harry had ever met, and he had met quite a few. When he saw her face, his stomach gave a small flip. She had brown hair, no longer bushy, but wavy, that framed her perfect face. His heart dropped as he remembered what had happened earlier that day.
She had been offered a job in the US, as an assistant, not to mention body guard, to the Minister of Magic in America. She had been ecstatic when she recieved the owl, but when Harry had taken her to the train station that morning, she was crying her eyes out. The two of them had said their goodbyes, and she had kissed him on the cheek before she had boarded.
Unconcously, Harry's hand flew up to where she had kissed him, feeling his face grow warm.
I've tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake, but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is
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He'd had so many chances when he could have shown his feelings for her.
But now...
He couldn't do anything now.
He sighed, wishing that he could get a timeturner and stop her from getting on that train.
Voices tell me I should carry on
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone
Baby, my Baby
It's written on your face
You still wonder if we made a big mistake
'I could have told her, I could have stopped her...,' He thought. He stopped dead in his tracks and said, "It's not like I can change it now."
He turned around in defeat, and began the walk back to his apartment.
I've tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake, but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But withough you all I'm going to be is
Incomplete
He walked back through the streets. He didn't notice the rain start to ceace and the sunbeams shining through the the breaking clouds.
He dragged his feet through the puddles that had collected on the sidewalk. A group of children all in uniform emerged from a large building where they had taken shelter from the rain. A small boy with messy black hair ran almost strait into Harry.
"I'm sorry, Sir," He said before racing off again after his friends. Harry watched the boy run away, wishing that he could be so carefree again. In a way, he saw himself inside that boy. Or who he could have been if Voldemort hadn't have marked him.
The boy ran up to his friends. A girl with brown hair, who was clutching a panflet about a museum in her hands, and a boy with red hair, although not as red as Ron's. He realized that the children must be only 10 years old, and if any of them were magical, they would be attending Hogwarts next year.
Harry watched as the group of children were ushered down the streets by their teacher, then resumed the walk back to his apartment.
I don't mean to drag it on
But I can't seem to let you go
I don't wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go
He climbed the stairs to his apartment, unlocking the door and walking in, not even bothering to turn on the lights. He heard a sniffleing noise, and did a double-take and switched on the lights. There, in the middle of the room, she stood.
"Hermione, are you alright?" he stammered, running up to her and folding his arms around her delicate body. She buried her head into his chest, collapsing in a fit of tears. "It's alright, Mione. I'm here."
I've tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is
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Hermione lifted her head off of Harry's chest and whispered, "I can't do it."
"You are the strongest witch I've ever known, of course you can do it" Harry said, sitting down on the couch and pulling her down next to him.
"I can't... I...," She began to cry again.
Harry lifted her chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
Her chocolate brown eyes were so beautiful...
So beautiful...
Before he knew what he was doing, his lips met hers, and all sence of time was lost. She was so delicate and gentle but something about that instant made Harry feel like he was going to faint. He pulled back from the kiss, their foreheads still together, and he smiled.
"I love you Hermione," He whispered, all sadness in his voice gone.
"I love you too. I think I always have," She responded, her steady voice a blessing on his ears.
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