Unsaid

Nine years later...

At twenty-four, you would think that I would have gotten over my childhood crush. Well, at least that's what Ron tells me just about every day. Am I the only one that realises that it wasn't just a crush? I know, I've had crushes before. What I had with Harry...Merlin, it still kills my heart to even think of him. But for some reason, I can't get him out of my head. His jade green eyes, hidden behind those riddiculus glasses that he was forced to wear, his constantly messy hair, which I liked to tousle so much all of the time, just to play around. I was obsessed with the boy, down to hi slim seeker build, and even his knobbly knees. And the scar...the scar which created this mess the whole wizarding world was in.

I remember, all through my first five years of Hogwarts, when Harry was still there, people used to say I had a crush on him, that we were in love but didn't want to admit it, and, of course, I denied. The first because I didn't just have a crush on him, like I've already mentioned, and the second, because I didn't know if he loved me the way that I loved him. It was only one-sided, as far as I knew. Or, would ever know.

Through the rest of my fifth year, people stopped saying things like that, since every time his name was mentioned, tears would flow down my face, and, in some cases, I would flat out begin to bawl. I began to dream about him. Wonderful dreams they were too: He was still alive, he finally realised that he loved me, that he promised that he would always stay by my side. Then I woke up, and as I lay there just staring at my canopy, wishing.

That's when I heard Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown whispering to each other. I always liked to listen to their gossip, but these times, as I listened, I distinctly heard one of the two say, "She's having the dreams again." Was I talking in my sleep?

After that, I started to imagine that he was there before I went to sleep. I would have conversations with him, making sure I whispered so that the two couldn't hear me. I began to wonder if I was losing it.

I started to write a story about it. About how I felt when he told me, how I wish I could've done something, but I was left totally hopeless as I waited for news of the war to come to my attention.

I began to rely on my schoolwork. It helped me clear my mind, because while I was concentrating on my studies, I didn't have time to think about how Harry had managed to use extremely complicated magic to give me one last message, through telepathy, even. Then I heard no more about or from him ever again, except for that he had finally killed the Dark Lord.

So here I am, writing this story, and I can almost feel his presence around me, like he is here in spirit. I almost whisper something to him, before I remember that he isn't here. So many things I left unsaid...I wish I could only spend a few more minutes, just talking to you. I always thought there would be a tomorrow, but then tomorrow came and went, and you went with it, leaving so many heavy thoughts in my head and heart.

I set down my quill and stare at my piece of parchment, not really reading it, but thinking about him again. I can still hear his exasperated voice as he whispered to me, not seconds before he died, as I sat back at Hogwarts, helpless as the message came through my head, through telepathy,

"I love you, 'Mione"

Because that's what a best friend would say. We were nothing more.

I know it's time for bed, because my imagination is running wild. I imagined that someone just said his exact words, as I thought them, even. I turn towards the doorway of my apartment, getting ready to lock up, and see someone, but I can't tell who it is. I immediately grab the thing nearest to me, ready to swing it. Sadly for me, that was a pillow.

But by the time I had started to reach for something heavier, I had thought this through. If this person knows my name, knows that I live here, either this person is a really psychotic stalker, or they know me. I prayed for the latter as I lifted the lamp off of my desk.

"Who are you?" I whispered torwards the figure. Then he stepped into the light.

"I love you, 'Mione"

And I smiled as I saw, even though I didn't understand.

"Harry?"