Disclaimer: Nothing but the plot is mine

Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you.
No more love and no more pride
When thoughts are all I have to do.

The war is over, and the light has won. What did anyone really expect? Harry died for it, because when Voldemort took his blood, they were forever connected even beyond that prophecy. But that's not what's important right now. What's important right now is remembering you, my brave dragon. You switched sides, gave up your family and your inheritance to do what was right. You gave up all your comforts to be with me. You gave up your life to save me from your father, jumping in front of the curse meant for me. How did I deserve it? What deity decided that a love that strong should be wasted on me, the bookworm? Why did you in all your beauty pick me? I'll never know.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
Felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the darkness I remain.

It was raining during that final battle. It was the fight of my life, for my life, for everyone's life. I was facing someone else, some nameless face in a mask, when your father put the binding curse one me. " My dear little Mudblood, I will make sure you feel the pain that you caused me by turning my son into a traitor. Crucio! With that one word, a searing, blinding pain coursed through me. But I still could concentrate enough to hear two simultaneous Avada Kedavra and know that Lucius was dead because the curse was lifted. But the curse was just beginning because in between me and Lucius was your beautiful body, frozen forever in a look of determination. My pain was excruciating, worse than the curse he had put on me before. I fell to my knees, screaming your name. I continued to scream your name, while others fell beside me dead. It wasn't until Ron picked me up and said "There's nothing you can do" that I stopped screaming, my throat too hoarse to go on but the tears still falling like the rain around us.

Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry.
They magnify the one within
And let the outside slowly die.

I spent days hoping it was a mistake, even though I saw it with my own eyes. The only time I wasn't crying was when I was asleep, but according to those around me, I still called for you. I didn't eat, I barely drank, I was a walking shell. The love that I had for you was obvious to all, the pain I felt not leaving anyone alone. Even when they brought your body to me, cleaned up and looking peaceful, I still hoped that you were asleep, waiting for me to wake you up, about to say "One more minute, I'll get up, I promise." I sat with your body for a day, not letting them take you away from me, not listening to anyone else, just staring at you. They tried to tell me I was killing myself, but I didn't care. I needed you. I needed you desperately.

Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
I felt the ground and looked up high
And called your name.
Ohhhhhh Remember when it rained.
In the water I remain
Running down

It was raining again when they finally could lay you to rest, when I finally left to use the bathroom and they could take your body. At the service, I just stared, dead to the world. The service was lovely, telling of our love and your sacrifice and all the great things you had done. When they closed the lid, the tears started falling. They lowered you down, everyone else leaving and I just sat there. But when they put the first clump of dirt on your coffin, I fell to my knees and screamed you name again, just like when I first saw you. My hope was gone, you were gone and all I had left were the memories. Memories of the passion, of the happiness, of the hope, of our plans. I just sat there and cried, my tears mingling with the rain on my face and falling into the puddle around me, soaking my cloak.

Running Down

I stayed there for hours, wishing I could be with you again, knowing that I should be moving on but somehow unable. All I felt was pain, anguish, guilt and hopelessness. I couldn't take the pain anymore.

Running Down

I put a spell on myself, numbing the physical pain I was feeling. But it did nothing for the pain I felt inside

Running Down

I slowly pulled the blade from under my cloak. People thought I was too smart for this, but it was the only solution. I ran the blade across my wrist, not feeling anything but watching the blood slowly seep from me, my life ebbing away.

Running Down

I heard people in the distance, calling to me, crying for me. But it didn't matter anymore. The pain I felt in my heart was gone. The last thing I remember is walking toward a bright light and you, standing in the center, holding your arms out, welcoming me. Now we will be together forever.

Running Down