dramionAnd there’s one more thing she’ll never know. In that very last instant before a dozen horrendous curses converged on him at once, he took the memory she’d shown him, of that brief and shining, perfect Hogsmeade moment from her seventh year, and he made it his own. Just as she had done over and over to protect herself during the course of her captivity, he spun it around himself quickly and absolutely, making it solid; impenetrable; airtight. Only this time it wasn’t Weasley who was gathering her up, swinging her around, confessing his love, pulling her in for a kiss. It was him. In his very last instant of existence on earth, it was him.

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I’ve read this fanfiction Twice already, and both times It made me cry. It makes my head numb, and I can’t help but feel the pain.