Harry! My Harry

Harry! My Harry

It starts off the same as any other dream I've had, a unicorn, florescent against the darkness around it.... It's running through a forest on its own. It's a majestic sight really, this dream of mine, but that's where the dream ends.

I see someone, lying motionless on the ground. I already know who it is, for now my dream is more of a memory. I walk closer to him, seeing other bodies at the edge of my peripheral vision as I do. But my eyes stay fixed on him. His eyes are open, reflecting the night sky, and I think: He's dead, no one keeps their eyes open if they're unconscious, unless their dead.

I kneel at his side and brush the black hair away from his face.

"Harry," I whisper. My Harry.

That's when I wake up, the moment I find out if he's alive or dead. I'll never know, because I do not know in the waking world. No one has heard from the Boy-Who-Lived in nearly five years. Five long, agonizing years.

I'm on a mission to find him. I'm not giving up, no matter what happens. I will die before I give up on finding Harry, and even then I won't stop.

__FlashBack__

"Avada Kedavra," they shouted in unison.

A cage of light surrounded them. it was beautiful, in a horrifying way.

I could see their arms shake as the beam of light that connected the spells became closer to each wizard in turn.

It was almost to Harry's wand. I could see it in his eyes, he was ready to give up, give in to the madman holding the other wand.

"NO!" I shouted. "Harry, don't give in!"

Something seemed to change in him, he began to fight again.

Someonhand on my shoulder. I looked up, seeing Dumbledore. He winked at me, knowing what I had just done and how much it meant to Harry, which was more than I knew.

What did I mean to this green-eyed wonder? Was I as important to him as he was to me?

The joined spells were forced into Voldemort's wand, destroying the wood.

Voldemort was beaten.

The cloaked and hooded man fell to his knees as the cage of golden light disappeared. Harry slowly lowered his wand.

He looked around the battlefield before he met my gaze. Our eyes locked and I told him then, without words, that I loved him now and forever. He nodded once, and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra," he whispered.

Voldemort was enveloped in an eerie green glow before falling over to the side.

I looked back to where Harry was standing, he was gone.
__End Flashback__

Every year, on this day, I've cried for Harry. There was a grave stone with his name and birth date engraved on it. There is also the date of that final battle above a question mark.

Every year, I've brought a single red rose to this spot, nearly identical to the one he'd given me before we went to fight that night.

This year is different. This year, I don't want to go. Harry is not there, I know this. Harry is out there, somewhere, and I have to find him. I have to find him.

Yet I can't seem to stop myself. I've Apparated to this memorial, rose in hand, and the people part so that I may be the first to place my rose. It's like this every year. I see so many people we knew from Hogwarts. Ron, smiling sadly as he sees me. Parvarti, crying silently over Harry and the chance she lost with him. Cho, doing the same....

I kneel before the memorial, even though I want this year to be different.

I kiss the rose and start to cry. A tear lands on the beautiful red petals as I put it before the glassy black stone.

"I love you," I whisper, hoping my words find him. I never had the chance to tell him while he was with me, and when I have him back, I will make sure that he never has any doubts.

Someone kneels beside me and picks up my rose. I look at this person, ready to hurt whoever was disturbing my time with my love, but the person I was looking at took my breath away.

"I love you too," he whispered.

My eyes are locked with his emerald green ones. I'm in a momentary state of shock and not sure whether I should laugh, cry, or pass out.

I settled on throwing my arms around him, crying and laughing. Harry! My Harry, you've come back to me.

The crowd around us begins to cheer as we begin to kiss.

I am never letting him go, I've decided this long ago. I am never loosing him again.

He stands and holds a hand out to me and I take it without question.

Ron walks up to us, stunned. He holds out a hand for Harry to shake, which he takes, but they end up in a one-armed hug instead. I smile as I see this, remembering that no matter what, they've always come out as friends--brothers really.

One by one, people come up to Harry and hug him, or kiss him, or shake his hand. They tell him they've never known all along he was alive. They say that they've never given up hope. What they don't say is that they've never believed me, that they didn't care that their hero could be out there. What they don't say is the truth.

Harry seems to realize this, but chooses not to say anything about it.

Cho is the last to come up to him. they embrace and Cho kisses him on the cheek.

"Welcome back, Harry," she tells him. then she turned to me and holds out her hand. "I'm sorry I've never believed you."

I smile and shake her hand. "It's alright. At least you can be honest about it."

She smiles and walks away. Soon it's just the three of us, Harry, Ron, and I.

He turns and looks at his memorial. In his eyes I can see his pain, his anger.

"I'm not the only person who was at that battle," he says bitterly. He pulls out his wand and transfigures the headstone into a statue of a unicorn with a plaque under it's feet with the names of everyone who died during the war, including Cedric, the Muggle, and the witch from the Ministry, who all died before the war started.

I realize it's the unicorn from my dream. I look up at Harry. Does he know? Does he realize what this statue means to me?

He puts his arm around me and we turn and walk away, Ron at our side.

Suddenly I'm glad I came, glad that after five years, I couldn't stay away. And now I realize, I don't have to come back, but I know I will. This isn't for just Harry anymore. This is for Sirius, Cedric, Ginny, and all the others who died fighting with Harry and Dumbledore. Someday, I'll ask Harry where he's been, but not today.

Today is just for the three of us and the future.