mid july, 1995
cedric,
do you remember when i said that the universe had no place for me and had decided to provide me with the cruelest fate?
you disagreed, but i was right and you're not here to see that.
i turned seventeen on 25th june, and i remember it all, the day doesn't seem to go away from my mind.
the day before, an hour before you had to go to to get ready for the last task and we were sitting under the largest tree in front of the black lake, your head resting in my lap and my fingers tangled within your hair.
the sun was shining brightly, promising a wonderful day when you looked at me and said that after you would win the tournament, you wouldn't want a huge celebration.
i had asked you why and you said that you wouldn't want your win to overshadow my seventeenth birthday, for it seemed to be of much more importance in your books. a smile had graced my lips and i believe my cheeks had turned a soft shade of pink as you continued to tell me how we would celebrate my birthday, it would be just us, in the kitchens or in my dorm- i'm afraid i don't remember the details.
it was two minutes before midnight when harry potter and you had appeared in the middle of the quidditch pitch, and screams of joy had ensued.
yet it didn't take long for the tone of those screams to change, i had rushed down the stairs, a smile gracing my lips for i was so excited to see you and i did, but you didn't.
your grey eyes- your beautiful, beautiful, grey eyes were rendered lifeless, and the color had been drained out of your skin. there was a slight cut on your cheek, and dried blood rested across your clothes.
the clock struck midnight, and it struck me, yet i refused to believe it.
all i could see was you, your eyes looking into mine, your fingers playing with my hair, your hand brushing against mine, your lips crashing against mine, every good morning, every good night, every i love you.
you had told me you wanted to move in with me, live in the same house with me. you had said that you wanted to marry me one day, and had said that we would make every memory we could and cherish them with every bit of our hearts.
and now you're one of those memories i cherish while blowing the candles of my birthday cake a week later.
forever yours,
june m. harwood
