I don't own Harry Potter
Teddy/Lily
Never the way she loved him.
She pulled that picture out of it's old dusty place and she looked down at it. She looked so happy so carefree at seventeen and in love. A tear trailed down her face. A tear for everything she'd given up for others. She'd given up love and happiness and she loved her husband she shook her head yes she loved her husband but never the way she had loved him those long hot summer days.
A/N this goes with the flame still flickers I was asked for a sequel to it. Prompts always welcome.