We fought together, You and I. Through the worst of times. But we made the best of it. When we were in each other's arms, We glowed. Then the attack. You didn't want me to go. I did. Everyone saw the battle. Him and you. Curses and hexes. He cast Avada Kedavra many times. He missed. You did the "Secret Weapon". He died. So did you, shortly. I saw it happen. The green light, then the silver-gold. He crumbled, you fell. I ran to you and held you in my arms. The spell was too much. It drained you. You said "I love you." I responded the same. We kissed and you went limp. I cried. I still do. Everything reminds me of you. I want to forget, but my heart won't let me. It's too heavy. I lay here now. Crying myself to sleep. I always do. I dream of you. You hold me and I wish I would never wake up. The next morning, with tear stained pillows, I didn't.