We, Nevermore and Forever Gone

We: it's such a strong word. It means that you have someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, someone to laugh with. You and I, we could always have fun, but on the flip side we were always there for each other if something happened. Even if something didn't happen we were always there for each other; I was there for you, you were there for me. And after Raven was born even if you had a meeting at the Ministry of Magic you were there for him when he just needed his dad.

No matter what crisis was happening, no matter who wanted you where. You were always husband and father first, Minister last. You refused to let that blasted job to take over your life. You didn't want Raven to end up like Crouch's son. If you had anything to say about it Raven would grow up knowing what the word "loved" means. Actually, now that I think about it your reasons for always being there are most likely considerably much closer to home. Until you were thirteen almost fourteen years old, you weren't being loved or cherished, so you wanted to have your son feel like he was worth something. Not until Sirius broke out of Azkaban and came to you did you know what it meant to be prized and adored, instead of like he was a leech as you were made to feel by those twice damned Dursley's.

But then the last stand of the Voldemort loyalists attacked. And all the sparkle and happiness in my life was gone, just like that. Well almost all the joy left my life. I still have his son, our son, my son.

When they attacked you fought back but you weren't supposed to. You were supposed to run and save yourself to keep the Ministry running smoothly and to track down those responsible for the attack. But how could those who were covering your escape ask you to be less then you are? You were, no you are a fighter you can't allow yourself to be guarded like a child. To go to any length to defeat you enemies and protect your friends is you to the hilt, to a fault rather. After they killed the men and women who were to protect you they hit you with the Cratacious curse, I wasn't there but your scream still echoes in my head as it will likely do forever.

Now after what happened to you, it's like my only companion is a damned dementor. My only happy times are when our child is home from Hogwarts for break; Raven. He's so much like you all except for his eyes. He has the same messy black hair the same slight body, the same jour de vive and love of life, the same confidence in himself. But he has my eyes; they change with his moods just like mine. I have only seen his eyes turn crystal blue when we visit his father.

Would that I could bring my husband back just to keep the sadness out of Raven's heart and mind. To keep those eyes from reflecting the blue rain; I would do anything to keep Raven from feeling the dementor's coldness, and the pain that comes with it.

I used to play with Raven. We'd play all sorts of games; it took both of our minds off his father's state. I remember when the two of taught Raven how to play Quidditch, in the hopes that he would play on the house team at Hogwarts. The smiles on both of your faces will echo in eternity. Just as our happiness will be forever known by all who knew us when we were together and be now that you're lying as if dead at St. Mungo's.