Broken

Epilogue: Picking Up The Pieces

Dear Virginia,

            Well, you did it. You broke him. The Boy-Who-Lived is no more. I found the antidote that night. Just like I promised. I was on my way to give it to you when I found him. He was huddled over you, his hands around your neck. It was then that I dropped the bottle. One whiff of the antidote and he was himself again. Except that he wasn’t. He never will be. At least, that’s what Dumbledore said. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he realized what he had done. He looked down at you, then at his hands. And he hated himself. I saw it in his eyes. The same look I see whenever I look in the mirror now.

            Your brother hasn’t spoken to anyone since he found out. He blames Potter. He blames me. But most of all, I think he blames himself. People are saying he talks in his sleep now, much like you used to. He apologizes to you, they say. By now everyone knows about the incident in the Three Broomsticks. And of course, all of them wonder why he didn’t do something then. I wonder that myself.

            Damn it, Red, this wasn’t supposed to happen! I was supposed t give Potter the antidote, then tell you . . . Well, I don’t guess it matters now what I was planning to tell you, does it? I wish I could finish that kiss that we started. I wish I had gotten to know you sooner. I got one week with you. One week with the only woman I’ll ever . . . Bloody hell, I am NOT going to cry. Not here. I have mourned for you, Ginny. Every night I sit in my– OUR– bed, and I think of how it should have been. I should have taken you with me to the library that night. Then you would still be here.

            I wake up every morning and I can almost feel you next to me. I think I’m going fucking crazy. Maybe I should be in St Mungo’s with Potter. He has been there for almost a month now. Ever since he tried to perform Avada Kedavra on himself. He loved you. I know that because I heard him whisper it into your ear before Dumbledore led us away from your body. But he wasn’t the only one, Red. That’s what I wanted to tell you that night. You did something to me that no one else ever has or ever will be able to. When you smiled it was like the sun got brighter. And when you cried I wanted to die. Anything to take your tears away. Bloody hell, now I sound like a fool. See what you do? If you were here, I know you would be looking at me with that amused glint in your eyes. But you’re not here. And you never will be again. Is it beautiful there? I promise you one thing, Red. If, by some small miracle, I end up where I know you are, I’ll tell you everything. And you know I am a man of my word. So, until I see you again , I’ll be missing you.

                                                                                    -Draco Malfoy-