ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴀᴅ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

           ~I try not to miss you, I try  to let go but in the end you occupy my mind,again.~

It's been a year since the second wizarding war and people have learnt to move on from their loved ones who now lay dead beneath the ground ,yet, the blank space which was once filled with memories and moments has turned into a barren,desolate hole.

Harry Potter lay flat on his back looking at a certain picture of a certain person.Y/n.One might say it is just an another ordinary memory of a loved one but it was not.Y/n was so much more than that, she was a friend,a lover a fiance and she could've been his wife but the streak of the green light separated them forever.

All Harry wanted was comfort and of course he was physically comfortable laying on his bed in number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, but the mental comfort could not be afforded and he had learnt to live with that stinging pain in his heart.He would wake up from nightmares screaming her name, trying to find her but stabbed in the heart by reality, realising she was not with him anymore.

He looked at her picture and smiled at her waving back at him,but happiness was not the only emotion. Regret,sorrow,self pity and so many of them which he had no idea about. He remembered how she would laugh at Sirius's little jokes, the goofy grin that makes up her face when she sees the look of Ron's face when he realises he's been pranked,talk with Hermione about her favourite books and poems and laug- well she had a particularly different relationship with everyone she knew. She was a friend, a daughter,a sister,a lover. His lover.

He closed his eyes and for a moment,and thought about his reactions if y/n suddenly jumped up into the room and said she was back. Ofcourse he would go crazy and cry. He would hold her tight and bury all the heaviness he had carried for the past year, he'd kiss her, he'd be able to see her smile again, but, it was not true. Not at all. All he could do is imagine her,for, she was gone to a place past his reach, to a place past his sight.

Perhaps their love was not that fortunate, it was not meant to be permanent. Perhaps all the hugs and kisses and the moments were just for the time being. Perhaps it was momentary and so was she.

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a/n:  alright I know this is my first time writing so it could be a load of crap and I would not be surprised , but I'll try improving! love yah!