I Love You, Goodbye

I Love You, Goodbye

By Lisie

Did you hear? Harry Potter is dead. Well of course you have. The entire world has. You probably read about it in the Daily Prophet. Lucky you.

I found him. They say it was the Ministry officials, but they came later. It was me. I didn't know he was dead then. His eyes were open. He had amazing eyes. I talked to him. I told him Voldemort was dead. That he had won. Then I realized. I screamed. The Ministry came. I ran.

He kissed me right before, you know. A few minutes before. He told me he loved me for the first time. I think that he knew that he was going to die, that the spell Dumbledore had found would kill him. He left. I didn't follow. I began dueling with a Death Eater. Maybe if I had followed him then, he'd still be alive. Maybe I'm going insane.

I cried that night. The first and last time I did. I cried and screamed and prayed to wake up and find him next to me, injured but happy and victorious and very much alive, saying, "We did it, Ginny, we did it."

I didn't sleep for weeks, then. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd see him, lying pale and alone, his raven black hair scattered across his face. He had never looked so beautiful. I still do.

I didn't cry at his funeral, nor at my brother's. I didn't have any more tears. People stared at me. They wondered why I didn't mourn. They didn't understand that I couldn't anymore. That night, when he said 'I love you', he took all my emotions with him. They died with him.

Want to know something interesting? He died on July 31^st, at around 1:00 am. That was the exact time he had been born. He had told me that once. He had died the moment he turned eighteen. The thought alone makes me want to die. Eighteen. That should have been the day his life started. He could have started a job, married, anything. He was buried instead.

They tell me that he at least he didn't suffer when he died, but of course he did. All eighteen years. How I wish it was anyone but him. His entire life was so infinitely horrible. He told me about the Prophecy. Marked, destined to die from day one. If there is a god somewhere, how could he have allowed this to happen? How could he have placed this kind of burden on a boy?

Harry promised me that we would get married when it would all be over. It's all over, Harry. Why won't the wedding bells ring? Why aren't you putting the ring on my finger? How could you do this to me, Harry?

Every night, alone, I think about the life we didn't have. So many moments we didn't have, kisses we didn't share, love we didn't fulfill. There are so many things I didn't tell you, Harry. So many times I didn't touch you. How could this have happened? What sin did we commit to earn a punishment so excruciating?

I can't stand it anymore. This is why I point the wand the wrong way, whisper the words. You'll understand me, won't you, Mum, Bill, Fred? You'll forgive me, won't you, Charlie, Percy, George? You'll wait for me, won't you, Harry? Of course you will. Because I love you too. I never told you that.

Avada Kedavra.