Without You

A man no older than twenty-nine with unruly jet black hair and bright green eyes got out of the car and stepped out into the cold rain. He looked up and the rain pelted his face. The rain masked the tears that covered his face just a minute ago, but the whites around the green of his eyes were blood red. So you could tell he was crying when you stared into his eyes.

He stared to head over to the top of a hill.

Flashback

Creak... the doors of the great hall open slowly. Everyone one was going about there business eating, talking, and goofing around when a girl no older than sixteen walked into the door. No one except an old man and a boy with wild jet black hair and bright green tinted eyes had paid any attention to her as she glided toward the long table at the back of the room were there was only the teachers sitting at.

The boy stared at her. She seems so surreal to him. When she first came in what he first saw was her hair. She had wavy chestnut hair that seemed to drape around her shoulders and tapered to a soft point half way down her back.

When she came in fully to the great hall he noticed her eyes which seemed to be full of hope and happiness. But there was something else behind those blue tinted windows. He could see it. He knew what it was. He saw it every time he looked into the mirror. It was pain and sorrow of having to mourn over some one you love.

When she passed him she looked at him. It was like she could see all his pain and sorrow with one quick glance.

He saw a flicker of something in her eyes after the first second their locked gazes.

Did she under stand what he was going threw everyday? The hatred of something that wouldn't die until he faced it. He hated the dark lord so much because he took way the people that he loved: his mother, his father, and his godfather. Could she know after one glance that he, Harry Potter, blamed him self for their deaths and countless deaths of muggles that the dark lord killed after he got his body back?

In that moment time froze. He looked around everybody was standing still, not moving. He could see his one of best friends, Ron, reaching across the table for more food. His body was leaning forward all most off his seat, but he was just in a weird position. Not moving, frozen.

Ron was just like everyone else, frozen in one position not moving.

He turned to see the girl that he saw coming into the hall. She was staring at him. He could see her chest move up and down and her eyes blinked. Was she the only one moving with him?

As he stared into her eyes he felt warmness crash over him, this warm feeling was spreading from his toes to his fingers to the insides of his body.

This warmness he never felt before. It was not like the heat from a fire. No this warmness was different from a fire some how it was so much better.

"Emily Anne Dumbodor and you must be Harry James Potter. My uncle told me so much about you. I hope that we can become very good friends." Her gentle voice paused, "I just came from Chicago and I very much want to get settled in. so talk to you later."

She turned her head back to face that table with all the teachers. Time sped up suddenly, and everyone returned to normal. She slowly glided to the table leaving him speechless as ever.

The warmness he felt faded away and now he felt cold.

END OF FLASHBACK

Harry walk over to a stone sticking out of the ground on the top of the hill. It read,

Emily Ann Potter.

Wife of Harry James Potter.

Mother of Anna Bell and Joshua Potter.

A Woman Who Knew the Greatest Love,

Someone Could Ever Know

"Emily I'm sorry I haven't visited you. It was hard you know... To live with out you. When you died I went in to a depression and couldn't take care of the twins my self and..." His voice faded into nothing. "Oh why did you die....Em I love you and I am still in love with you. Life is hard with out you. Anna Bell and Joshua are one and a half years old and I am not depressed that much any more. I do not look forward to them asking questions about you, Em. It will bring out too many memories we shared together."

Flashback

"Harry, what is wrong? Are you sick?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Well Em, there is something I have been meaning to ask you..." he was cut off by Emily when she suddenly got up and walked over to Harry. With out warring she wrapped her tanned arms around Harry and rested her chain on his shoulder. She slowly turned her head and stated, "Yes, Harry but on one condition..." she took a brief pause, "You have to ask the question straight forward. No dancing around it, ok?"

"Em, I believe I am lucky that you choose to be with me and you could have had anyone you wanted. Will you marry me?"

There was a one-second pause and in that one second Harry felt like the world was going to end if she didn't say yes. Emily was staring at him the whole time and saw what he felt flicker in his eyes.

"Well, Harry I all ready gave you my answer and like I said, yes I will marry you." She looked away afraid to look into his eyes as she went on, "Harry ever since I meet you I could tell you were special, and that you could understand me like no one else could. Harry I love you and I think that I would be the second greatest memory I will ever have."

She turned her blue tinted eyes to his bright green eyes and she saw confusion. Harry couldn't speak. He kept thinking, "Second best memory, what is the best?"

It was like she could read his mind because she answered just that, "I think the best memory would be growing old with you and having a family with..." She couldn't finish what she was saying because Harry pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. He kissed her like he was never going to see her ever again, but he knew in the back off his head that she was going to be with him forever and he would never feel cold again.

End of Flashback

Harry fell to his knees and started to weep to for his wife because she would never be able to get that best memory. He, also, wept for himself, because for the past thirteen months he felt cold. Neither a fire nor ninety-degree weather could help this feeling, having her back, alive with him, could only help this feeling.