The Rescue of My Savior

*Disclaimer: This story is a piece of Harry Potter fan fiction. All plot, character, and other original elements belong to J. K. Rowling. I simply adapted this story from her wizarding world.

“But I can save you,” I insisted, knowing very well that I could do just that. It would not be difficult- rather easy in my opinion- just a quick and somewhat simple task. It wouldn't be that hard, just risky, but sure as hell worth the trials considering the alternative.

“No, no you cannot,” He whispered into my moist cheek, slick with tears. “You cannot save me from what is already done. It is too late for that. Anyways,” he smiled, drawing in breath, “you have already done your duty for a lifetime. You should not have to give up anything more.” His tone was calm and controlled but his body was shaking.

“But if you go...” I sighed breathlessly. The tears that I had been mostly holding in for the past few moments finally exploded and were streaming helplessly down my filthy cheeks. “I will have given up everything. You do not want that; you have told me that millions of times before.”

“You may think that you are losing everything, but in reality it is all just disappearing for awhile. You will find someone new; you will move on from everything that has happened within the past year and a half; you will grow into an even more beautiful woman; have a wonderful job; a happy, loving family. You will survive tonight. I will make sure of it.” I am sure it was a promise. He only spoke of the future when he was trying to push me away, to focus my mind on things that he thought would not include him.

“But I don't want someone new! No family that I become a part of would ever be complete without you in it! You are the only one for me. I love you! You know that and yet you are willing to go off and get yourself killed!” I declared, pulling his torso closer to me. I needed him; every part of him. He was a necessity if I wanted to keep myself from sinking into an untimely depression that I could never recover from. He was my whole heart; I couldn't fathom living without him.

He responded by wrapping his arms tighter around my waist, pressing us closer to each other in a more effective manner. “I love you.” Our cheeks were pressed together- moist on moist. Yes, tears were falling from his eyes as well. We were both entirely consumed in our grief and goodbyes.

“Why can you not stay?” I questioned. I knew the answer, but hearing his deep voice speak anything would help me to keep his memory as clear and visceral as possible.

“I thought we went over this already...” He sighed, his warm breath swarming around my right ear.

“We have. Just please…speak. I have to hear your voice.”

“Is that really the best idea?” He pondered toward me. I could not see his face seeing as my own was buried in his chest, but I knew that he had an eyebrow raised due to my last remark, most likely the right one. I knew him only too well.

“Just talk. Talk to me. Talk to me until you can't anymore” I replied.

“I'll talk about you then.” He smiled at his own words. It seemed obvious that he enjoyed the subject. “There is so much to say, you know. You are by far the most beautiful girl that I have ever laid eyes on. You have the strongest heart and the wisest mind. Your tempers are playful and your bossiness does not bother me in the least. You excite me and have forced me to question everything that I have ever known. It is a rather wonderful sensation to be witness to, that you cause me to rethink who I am and who I want to be. It is impossible to describe but something that I know you understand.

“How much time do you think that we have left?” I asked him, running my hands up and down his cloaked back.

“Not enough,” He whispered into my brown tresses of curled hair.

I pulled back away from his warmth and looked up into his face. He was so handsome; his platinum blonde hair in his solid, gray eyes, his broad shoulders and tall build. But the worst part for me was that I liked more than just his looks. I loved the core of him more than anything in the world. I wasn't ready to say goodbye.

I never would be.

Our lips met a few seconds after my pull from him and my arms immediately caught around his strong neck. He pulled me back up against his chest and held me there, firmly. But I did not mind. It just made my lips widen as a smile spread across my face, causing him to take advantage which only made me smile more.

We pulled apart. Unwillingly of course, but knowing that a more formal goodbye was to be in session.

“If I cannot save you from your destiny, can I at least save you from something else?” I questioned him, hoping that I could do something more than just sit around and hope for the best outcome.

“Hmmm,” He thought for a moment, his eyes intent on my pale forehead. He smiled and I knew that he had come to a reasonable compromise. “Save my soul. If I do not survive, kiss my dead cheek and my soul will be rescued. If I happen to survive, allow me back into your life and I will be forever happy to spend eternity in your presence. That is the only sense of savior that I can offer to you. The rest has already taken place.”

“Alright,” I agreed rather loudly and off-key due to the mention of his death.

“Alright,” He concluded softly, a large grin escaping from his lips.

Pulling me into another kiss, a quicker and hastier one, we said our goodbyes. In each other’s eyes we saw that same ghostly haze of faith and sureness as we let each other’s hands go. No matter how things turned out, I would save his soul from whatever laid ahead.

I could only hope desperately for the second option.

I could only hope that he lived.