DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. I wish I did. I don't own the quote either. Shocking, right?
"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal."
He remembers the colour of her hair. It was blonde, but not just any blonde, a bright butterscotch blonde. It tumbled down her back in soft waves and turned dark brown towards the end. She'd always leave it, except when they went on missions, then it would be braided tight save for a few strands falling on her face. He loved running his fingers through it.
He remembers her laugh. She would throw her head back and let out a loose giggle before it turned into a raspy chortle that everyone mocked. He did too, but he liked it. Her cheeks would flush and she would slap the thing that was nearest to her. It was usually him.
He remembers her eyes. They would only light up when Gryffindor won a game. They were pale blue upturned eyes, nothing special, but he knew they held a hundred emotions and from them he had received a thousand speechless messages.
He remembers how she smelled. Mostly like cinnamon and strawberries. But sometimes she would smell of the grass on the quidditch pitch and the leather of the quaffles. Every time she passed, the scent would follow. At night under the invisibility cloak, he could tell it was her without even turning.
He remembers her hands. When alone, they were tiny and fragile and fit perfectly in his. In front of the world, they were powerful and could cast a spell that would hex the opponent into oblivion. They were not smooth like so many other girls, yet they felt so right. She held his hand whenever she was afraid but didn't want to show it.
He remembers her voice. It was low and soothing, but never showed any emotion. It never faltered, never hesitated, and was ever sarcastic. He asked her if she loved him and she had said 'You wish, Black,' and sealed it with a light kiss.
He remembers her lifeless form. Her skin was pale and cold, her pink lips tinted blue and her eyes staring at nothing. He remembers shaking her again and again hoping that it will bring her back. He remembers screaming and screaming until he had no voice left. He remembers vowing to kill Travers.
He remembers her. The dynamo she used to be. He remembers her holding his hand and running through the pumpkin patch behind her house, he remembers her grabbing his collar as she kissed him,he remembers her throwing a bludger at him for forgetting her birthday, he remembers her clutching onto his sides as they rip through the Muggle streets on his motorcycle, he remembers her fighting with Narcissa for calling him a traitor, he remembers her lying next to him on Sunday evenings, he remembers her duelling with the Death Eaters single handedly calling them awful names, he remembers her pretending to not get jealous, he remembers her smile as James and Lily get married, he remembers her asking him to run away to the mountains with her, and he remembers falling for her.
He remembers it all.
Sometimes, it's all too much for him. Sometimes, the memories make him sick. Sometimes, he doesn't know what to do. Sometimes he misses her so much, he sobs uncontrollably. Sometimes, he wishes he were the one dead. Sometimes, he thinks they took longer than most to fall in love, that they fell in love a little too late.
When he falls though the veil, among the whirlwind of thoughts, is one in blaring red; of her hair, her eyes, her scent, her hands, her voice and her. He realizes, they took longer than most to fall in love, but it was worth it.
A/N: This is my first fic for Blackinnon, so please review it (:
Constructive criticism and critical reviews are very helpful.