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A/N: So coming to an end. Only about two more chapters left. I want to thank you all for reading, whoever has stuck through this story. You guys are the greatest.
I sat in the grassy area that surround the pond from my past. It hadn't changed at all. Weeping Willows still surrounded the pond, some of their leaves lovingly kissing its surface.
I don't know why I came here. It seemed like the natural thing to do after I got home. I called Hermione and let her know I was back and that I had some things to do so I'd see her later.
It seemed pointless to be out here. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for exactly. Maybe I was expecting time to rewind itself to when Harry and I sat here and we promised each other a small house and a life together.
But . . . fairytales don't always have happy endings, guess.
I heard footsteps behind me, roaming through the grass coming towards me. I didn't turn around. I knew who it was already. Only one other person knew about this place.
Harry sat down beside me, letting his long legs slide out in front of him. I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.
"The hotel said you had left," he said.
"I told you I was leaving soon," I said. "Did you not believe me?"
"I did. . . . I was just hoping you'd come see me again."
"You didn't act like you wanted to see me anymore."
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here." I looked at him to see that he was looking at me, a small smile on his face.
"What made you come back?" I asked.
"I didn't want to come back because of all the bad memories," he said, looking back out to lake for a moment before looking back at me. "But when you left, I realized the good memories I had with you, Ron, and Hermione outweighed the bad. . . . And so I came back."
I nodded, a small smile coming to my own face. "So are you here to stay?"
"I don't know . . . depends on how much Ron and Hermione hate me when they see me."
"They won't hate you."
Harry slid his hand down my arm, taking hold of my hand. "Do you hate me?"
I curled my fingers around his. "No."
Harry grinned, pulling me towards him and kissing me softly. When he leaned back, his grin was even wider, if possible and he said, "So, how about that house?"