Musings of an Unloved Woman

    "Harry wait."

    He kept walking, oblivious to the person that was running up behind him yelling his name.

    "Harry!"

    He stopped and turned around when he recognized the girl's voice that was calling out to him.

    "What is it?" he asked her.

    "I have to tell you something."

    "Can't it wait? I will return soon," he told the girl.

    "No Harry, it can't. I'm not sure that you will even return, and if you don't. . . well I just don't want to have to live with the fact that I could have told you."

    "Well then tell me, I haven't got much time."

    "Harry," she started, "I just wanted to tell you. . ." but she never got the chance to finish what she was saying. The Death Eaters had chosen that exact moment to burst into the supposedly secret area. And at that moment she was killed.

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    Although Harry won the war against the Dark Lord, many lives were lost.

    After the war, Harry was even more famous than he was before, but he didn't seem to care. He had lost the one girl that he had truly loved and yet he never told her how he had felt about her. He also never knew what it was that she had wanted to tell him that day she was killed that was so important that he needed to wait.

    Now, when he tells his kids the story about his life and what happened that day, he has never spoken a word about her, or even the fact that she was killed.

    Even though we have two beautiful children, Lily and James, I still get the feeling that he doesn't truly love me like he and I both know that he should. I try to make him as happy as I can, but even I know that I will never be able to replace Her, or his two best friends whose lives were also lost on that terrible day.

    I don't know what made him fall in love with me. I sometimes sit and wonder what MY life would be like if She was still alive. They would probably have a huge house with a yard full of kids running around. And me? No one would even remember who I was. Only as someone who fought along side the Boy-Who-Lived and survived.

    Since the war, Harry and myself have grown to love each other, I guess you could say. We have a wonderful family started and he now has made friends with the most unlikely of people. It pleases me that he and Draco can now stand to be in the same room as each other without hexing the other into oblivion.

    Draco's story is quite unusual. He came and joined our side as a spy. He was one of the reasons that Harry was able to defeat the Dark Lord.

    Draco was very angry when he had found out that She had been killed, for he had also loved her. He disappeared for a month, and when he returned, he carried with him his father's lifeless body and news as to where Voldemort was hiding out. He told Harry that it was his father who had killed Her.

    Shortly after that Harry disappeared for what started out as a couple of days, which grew to weeks, months, and then finally a year. Not much information was known about where he had gone and no one had any contact with him.

    Then one day he just showed up on my doorstep and proposed to me. I was shocked to say the least, but of course I said yes. The next spring we were wed at the Weasleys' house. They were the only family that Harry ever knew so it only seemed right that that was where it was held. It was a small wedding and only close friends and family were invited. My family were muggles so they had never seen a wizard wedding. It was spectacular! It was truly the best day of my life and I hope that it was his too.

    Now that I have told the history of Harry and myself, I guess that it only seems right to tell about the future and what is going on now.

    Mine and Harry’s relationship started out great, and I thought that it would last forever, but it didn't. I was never Her and She was the one that he loved. I thought that he loved me, but I was wrong. Although I tried to be what he wanted, I simply could not be Her. I guess that I should just stop trying. I mean what is the use of trying to be someone that I am not? There isn't really even a point of living anymore. Maybe I should just end it all right now. . . but what about our kids. . . and what will Harry do when he finds me dead? I don't really care anymore. . .

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    When Harry came home that night he found Cho lying dead on the living room floor with a note lying beside her. He opened it up and read:

Harry,

Harry I know that you have been through a lot and that She was taken from you so unfairly, but I couldn't handle the pressure of trying to be Her when I know that I am not. I am sorry if this causes you more pain, but I just couldn't keep living knowing that I would never be truly loved by you. But please remember that I will always love you.

     Love, Cho

Harry broke down crying as the letter fell from his hand. He had now lost the two people that he cared most about in his life, Cho and Ginny. With the thoughts of the two beautiful girls in his head Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, got up and went to tell his two young children about what had happened to their mother. And maybe one day when he told his grandchildren about how he defeated the Dark Lord, he would mention the girl that was taken from him and that it was her that had caused him so much pain. . .