- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Characters:
- Harry Potter
- Genres:
- Angst Drama
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
- Stats:
-
Published: 09/30/2002Updated: 09/30/2002Words: 1,053Chapters: 1Hits: 618
Please Remember
magicgerbil
- Story Summary:
- The war is over... Voldemort is dead. But at what cost? A dark little piece dealing with death and someone left behind.
- Chapter Summary:
- The war is over... Voldemort is dead. But at what cost? A dark little piece dealing with death and someone left behind. Bring the tissues!
- Posted:
- 09/30/2002
- Hits:
- 618
- Author's Note:
- Firstly, this is my first fic to be seen by eyes other than mine (see below for said eyes) and I would like to acknowledge the incredible authors on FA who gave me the courage to get this out there! Secondly, I would like to dedicate this piece to Aja and Rhysenn who inspired me to sail a new ship; now because of you two, I can't see them anywhere else but with each other. And last but most certainly never least, a HUGE amount of thanks goes out to my most excellent Beta, Jasmyn (who also has things listed on TDA-check them out!). Without you this story simply would not be here. *gives enthusiastic hugs* If you knew how long it took me to hit the Submit Story button you'd probably hit me!
Please remember,
Please remember me...
I found him. That is the only thought I take with me and it is enough.
The sky above me is black as night although I don't know if it is truly nighttime.
Does it matter if the darkness is artificial? That choking black smoke bleeds from the ground?
No...
Time,
We had so little time together... My body shakes with the vibration of magic, it swirls and melds with the charnel stench that clings to everything around me. I notice none of it.
Sometimes the time just slips away...
How long had I been here? Hours? Days? I didn't care if it took forever though I don't know what it was I waited for.
And you're left with yesterday
Left with the memories
God dammit, why did he have to be so bloody noble? Constantly putting others before himself, drawing the danger to him like Atlas taking on the weight of the heavens. He was always the hero, even though the only champion he'd ever wanted to be ... was mine.
I, I'll always think of you and smile
And be happy for the time I had you with me...
Bitterness welled in me, tightening my limbs to agonizing feeling. He was shared by many- The Boy Who Lived. But he was mine- The Boy Who Completed Me. They never really knew him; they didn't want to see past the veneer he used to hide himself from the world.
But I saw- because he let me in.
Though we go our separate ways
I won't forget so don't forget
The memories we made...
Oh, how his eyes used to glow when they looked at me...
Please remember...
No. I don't want to, please... it hurts too much.
Please remember...
How can I forget? Memories flood and choke me. His smile, his laugh, his touch, his kiss, how I felt so god-like and unworthy in his arms.
Wetness coats my face and it stuns me. I don't cry, not since that night he held me close and declared his love for me-only me. The first of many perfect moments for us, but it was not enough. There were too few.
I cannot hold on to those moments, not now... not ever again- because I hold your trembling body.
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
And remember, please remember me...
So little time... And yet when we held each other, time stopped; I was everything and nothing because of him, for him. Am I calling out his name? Screaming it? I don't know. I don't care. If it makes him hear me, makes him stay, I will flail myself and curse the heavens.
Good-bye, there's just no sadder word to say
And it's sad to walk away
With just the memories
His eyes used to dance when they met mine, the warm glow of a hundred summer meadows, a thousand glittering emeralds- a look that was mine and mine alone.
But now they are pained, glittering with tears of agony that he knows I won't judge.
Those eyes used to consume me so completely, until the only possibly existence for me was part of him.
Now... they destroy me...
He's all I needed to be, who I needed to be- one half of a whole that was so perfect, so true that it hurt... Beautiful torture.
Who's to know what might have been
We leave behind a life and time
We'll never know again
So many things that will never be again... He looks at me, seeing clearly through the pain for the first time.
He is sad... for me. His hand squeezes mine with the tiniest smile, I hold him tighter and my tears fall to his face- I can't breathe.
His eyes never leave my face and there is so much love there that I can't bear to look and I can't look away. His fingers are steady as they brush my face, thread through my hair and I know what it is he wants. I am pulled to him, pale lips brush mine and he sighs.
He is gone.
Please remember
When I was there for you
And you were there for me
And remember, please remember me....
I hear myself moan like a wounded animal; wishing, begging for a way to just... shatter.
Dear God, how can anyone hurt this much and still live? I want to vent this anguish, to purge it from my body, but I can't, because even more I want to hold it in until it obliterates me. Footsteps crunch through the ash all around me. I notice none of it.
And how we laughed
And how we smiled...
And how the world was yours and mine
And how no dream was out of reach
I stood by you, you stood by me...
I'm shaking. I will myself to shake apart... Please God, why couldn't I die with him?
People stand around us and I shriek at them, inside my head and my heart because I cannot make a sound, begging them to end my torment.
We took each day and made it shine
We wrote our names across the sky...
We ran so fast we ran so free
I had you and you had me...
They do nothing but watch. Stupid, useless gits!
Something is welling up inside me... I welcome it.
So little time...
Please remember
A hand rests on my shoulder; I cringe from it, not willing to let anything distract me from him.
I hold him hard but my lips brush his eyes closed so softly.
"Let him go..."
The voice is infinite sadness and sorrow. It is nothing compared to me.
Then remember...
"...let him go, Draco."
At last that something inside me breaks, shatters and destroys. I will not let him go.
Never.
I do not heed the tears, mine or there's, I do not heed the voice. My heart finally splinters and gives sweet release. My howling scream is everything, just as Harry was. It rings true through the barren wasteland and echoes endlessly. But I hear none of it. Finally... finally, I have found what I waited for.
Pain and anguish... light and passion... dark and devotion.
I have followed my love in death.
Please remember me...