My Savior

My Savior

He saved me.

I would be dead now if it were not for him. He risked all he had for plain, simple me.

I can still remember, perfectly clear, the last moments of his life. He was laying in the dark alley, blood in puddles around him and a dagger through his heart. He tried so hard to muster the strength just to say something, but fate stopped him. He had spoken half my name when he died in front of my eyes.

Then I remember Ministry wizards, apparting around us, and my husband sprinting toward me, screaming my name. He hugged me tightly in his arms, murmuring words of comfort in my ear. I was still in my crouch on the ground, and my hands and clothes were drenched with blood, his blood.

"Are you okay?" he had asked me. I hadn't replied.

I don't remember what happened next. I just remember the next morning, waking up in my bed.

Then, I always remember the funeral next. I had showed up, even though I hadn't been invited.

His mother and father didn't seem sad. There were no tears shed around his grave, only people standing around awkwardly with solemn expressions. His father spoke dryly about him while we stood there, just saying very little.

Once everyone left to go back to the house for refreshments, I stood there alone, still staring at the grave.

"God," I had muttered to no one in particular. "I can't believe you did that. And I-I never got to thank you...Thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means to everyone. My husband, my kids, my mother, my father, and me...."

I laid some flowers, red roses, down on his grave and left. Not to return until now.

Now, as I stand over his grave once again with flowers in my hand, tears spring to my eyes. I bend down to remove the dead, dried flowers that I had placed a year ago at his funeral and replaced them with the new ones I had.

I miss him even though he had never really been part of my life. I don't know why I never visited before.

I still have not told anyone, not my husband, my daughter, mom, anyone, that he saved me. I have tried, but I end up telling them about something else. They just think that I had found him dying and went to his aid.

I must say, at first my husband seemed to act oddly around me.

"Why did you even try to save him? He deserved to die and suffer. He has killed others, and he deserved to die," my husband had said.

"Maybe he changed. You don't know that he killed people, you simply are holding a school boy grudge," I had replied hotly, jumping on the defensive as if I had to defend his spirit.

My husband only gave a ridicule laugh to this and then went on about how that was just ridiculous.

But my husband never knew that we had been in love.

In our school days, we were inseparable. Our relationship was a secret, due to our families, but it ended when he left Hogwarts. I had told myself we weren't really in love, but I still never forgot him. I later went on to marry my husband, but he never married.

He was there ever night when I crawled into bed, and he was always there every morning when I awoke.

"I never forgot about you. I still think of you every night in my dreams. I...I miss you."

My hand brushed over the top of the plague in the ground, removing the dust that had collected on his name

Draco C. Malfoy

We miss him dearly.

Liar.

They did not miss him at all. They never came to visit him. I was the only one who ever came here, to place flowers on his grave. I was the only one who had paid my respects.

They didn't know that he died a hero. I suppose they would cringe at the thought that he could have saved me, an enemy to their family.

But he did. No one can deny it. The only reason I am here right now is because of him. And for that I am grateful.

I know he changed. He is now in heaven now, and I hope I can repay him there when I join him.

We should be right here.

Get through all this fear.

One of these days...

Cause when it comes along,

We should be right here.

One of these days...

This could be heaven.

Livin' for the part,

Givin' from the heart.

Now and forever.

But if we let it wait too long,

What we have is gone.

Memory only.

This could be heaven.

Maybe we can start a life today.

This could be heaven.

Love instead of throwin' it all away.

This could be heaven.

Whoever thought we would get this far,

Tryin' for all these years.

The thought that we would fade away.

Was more than I could bear.

I would do anything if you would stay.

If you'd stay...

Say.

We should be right here.

Get through all this fear.

One of these days.

This could be heaven.

Turnin' it on for human kind.

With you by my side,

This could be heaven.

Sure we could decide to run away,

But we'd run away from all this here.

This could be heaven.

This could be heaven...

This could be heaven.

The End of My Saviour

A/N Let me know what you think of this story! You weren't supposed to know who the narrator was, but I'm wondering who you think it was. Let me know if you thought this was worth reading!

-Karen