A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club November

Trope of the Month: 7 - Style: Poetry (or fic must feature a poem of at least 30 words)

Word Count: 402

Darkness. My life was darkness before you came,

a shining light, a soft touch, in world gone dark,

a world gone cold.

You came to me, in dreams at first.

Dreams where I held you in my arms, felt your form against mine.

Dreams where words didn't matter, where nothing mattered save you and me.

But even dreams fade as morning comes, even dreams become forgotten

and even the touch of you became little more than a distant memory.

I searched when I could, when you were still fresh on my mind.

I looked in places of darkness, those I knew well, and found only pain in the wrong arms.

I tried to look in the light, in the glory of a war temporary won, but I was cast aside,

too dark, too suspicious to be part of their world.

No, I belonged in the darkness, I'd done so many things, so many awful things.

Things I would always regret. I'd lost my light, although she was never mine,

she was just a fire that burned me in the end, a spark of something that would eventually

become a burning passion.

You walked through the door, head down and I didn't see you.

If I had, would I have realized then and there who you were to me, would I have remembered

those dreams I'd long since told myself meant nothing?

You smiled at me and my heart soared. Too young, too old, too wrong in all the ways.

I pretended I didn't feel it, pretended not to feel anything save disdain for her son, the child that

in some world could have been mine.

You grew, faster than most, a gift of time that no one should ever have had.

You matured, a mind to match mine. A brilliance that slowly blinded me, until finally, one night,

the dream returned. You smiling, the sun in your hair. You were waiting for me.

I woke knowing who you were, knowing our connection. Soulmates.

I didn't act upon this information. I wanted you to realize, hoped you would realize.

You didn't, not until it was too late, when I was in your arms, bleeding out for my own stupidity.

You were there, touching the wounds, whispering something I was too far gone to understand.

You cried, clear diamond tears falling on the wounds, sealing the skin.

I would live, scarred, but yours forever.