My hands ladled with items of war shook as you came into the periphery of my vision. Could it be, that after all you had done, that you were willing to come near me, in such a place as where I lived? I was angry but my feelings felt pointless as the smell I had nearly forgotten came wafting over my senses.

I had just killed Voldemort. My victorious feeling marred by the way your life is; by the way you are. I had killed more than a dozen people and at that moment, as your form flittered around my focus I was sure I could kill another.

How you got in I would never know, but there you were in my head so care free of all the repercussions of you being there. I was livid, my perches coming undone beneath me. To believe you would do such a thing as to find were I lived and enter unwelcome made me fume with anger I thought I had released after killing Voldemort, but there it was; seven years of undying hatred bubbling at the surface of my life, all in one tiny sight of you.

Still, you took your chances, made your way over to where I could see you, hex you, kill you. All the things hindering my hands from wrapping themselves around your neck, tightening my grip so I could rid the world of the last Malfoy, dropped to the floor as I lunged at you, ready to do my deed.

And I don't know how you stopped me, as the blur of the world went full tilt. You did it though, reversed our roles so I became submissive to you. Deadly were your actions, as you touched my cheek so softly.

"Am I free?" You asked, like I was the one to get rid of your self applied curse. Could it be that by me killing Voldemort that you and all of your kind got of free? Had all my beliefs been a farce?

I could only nod, because yes you were free from him. The sadness in that statement was you were not free from yourself, and I couldn't help but wonder was it ever you that really wanted to give your life away like that.

Personally, if I was in your situation I think I would have done the same thing. But I wasn't and I condemn you for ever being the way you are.

"Thank you," you whispered as if a thousand ghosts upon your life had vanished with just an animation of my head. For my good doings you repaid me with a kiss. Just lips on lips, taking away the essence of all my virtue. I enjoyed it, which is why I feel disturbed to think of you to this day. How can one kiss, fuelled by hatred and sealed with forgiveness turn my life around like that?

It did. I hadn't killed Voldemort, I hadn't even started the war yet. As I thought of such a thing I cast my eyes over the grounds of Hogwarts to see you fleeing in a whirlwind of robes and deceit.

If there is one thing I realise from that moment, it's that prejudice is always two sided. You cannot hate what you fight against, because then you're just the same. There is nothing in this world, except social standing, that says we cannot hate. You can dislike those without magic, whilst I can dislike you for disliking and so goes on the circle of life. Still, here I will stay changed, fighting just because I have to, not because I want to.

If there is anything, anybody has ever taught me it's that goodness can never be won. We have to accept what we have. And one day, I hope that I will be able to thank you in the same way you did.

I will forever be inspired by the way you kissed me, even if it was all in my head…

Just a little what if. Kind of morbid really, if you think about it. Hope you understood...

Ashes