Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the plot.
A/N: Set after HBP. No, I haven't forgotten my other stories. I will update them eventually. This was a spur of the moment thing so forgive me if it doesn't totally make sense. Will probably be no more then three or four chapters long. This isn't in any way connected to my other stories. Just to make things clear. R/R.
Chapter 1
June 21st
Five years. Five long years it has been since the final defeat. Five years since the famous Harry Potter, the Chosen One as they called him, finally ridded our world of the Dark Lord Voldemort. Five years later there are still few who are brave enough to speak his name. Five years since the Chosen One has said a word. Although not badly physically hurt, he relives that day over and over again. No one knows what he saw or what happened that day and I expect no one ever will.
Five years later the world is still coming to terms with their freedom. As for me? I guess in a way I am still mourning those that I lost – my family, my friends, and the love of my life. Five years later their deaths are still imprinted on my mind, as clear as the day they occurred. I guess that in some ways I am lucky – I didn't lose everyone – but I still feel more alone then ever. I looked at my life the other day and recalled something a dear friend told me many years ago. 'If there is nothing in your life worth dying for, your life is not worth living.' I thought to myself 'what are you living for?' The answer came to me immediately: the hope that even after all these years he may one day come back to me. That hope is dying. I don't know how I ended up here. Day after day I look at my reflection in the mirror and see those empty eyes. I see the life in them fading. I feel as though I can't hold on much longer. I can't wait around for him much longer.
