Author's Note: We're actually getting to the plot now, I swear. The whole Voldemort scene sort of got longer than I thought it would....
After The End
Their story started nicely enough. In different circumstances their story may have resembled a fairy-tale. If their story was a tale in a book, you would expect the Tradition to force the two heroes together. You would expect Harry to become Severus' Apprentice, for the forced proximity to bring them closer to each other.
In truth, the Tradition had very little to do with their story. It now seems insignificant, merely the first unusual happening before everything changed.
Their lives have never resembled fairy-tales.
The night air is unusually cool around me, and still nothing besides me stirs. It is a night meant for pointless thoughts.
I hate it.
Their story is one of so many inconsequential things that, sometimes, I hardly recognize it. I live in the here and now. We live their story, yet have now moved on to the epilogue. Their part is the climax, the pivotal part. We do not need to remember everything to be able to live with the events that transpired. They are a part of us, and everyone is a part of their story. I do not have to remember those events to live with the events that only happened because of their actions.
There are so many details in their story that I am quite happy to only notice the details in this time and place.
But I can't sleep, and it's a cold, still night, so as I look onto the grounds I allow myself to remember.