EPILOGUE
Walking out of the taxi and into the park where she asked the driver to drop her off she held her head resplendently high, her long red hair falling down up to the middle of her back. She gave the driver her address and a large tip for bearing with her. The driver shook his head as if to say 'no problem' then drove off in the direction of her house.
She straightened out the imaginary lines that formed on her pleated white skirt that lay just a few inches above her knees. Adjusted the Dark green shirt with Beauxbatons stitched in gold script letters on the upper left side near her heart on top of a pocket. Though she had finished in that school more than six years ago and she stayed to be on one of the many tours they had and every year she had managed to land herself as one of the leads. She had just reached the goal of being a prima, when the school had announced that they were putting up a theatre in London and it was just a few hours drive from Diagon Alley she was ecstatic when they chose her to be one of the few Prima Ballerinas to go. Being 26 and a Prima Ballerina was more than an accomplished goal to her, it was a fulfilled dream and she had worked so hard for ten years that when she had been acknowledged and known as a prima she knew that it had paid off.
Had it really been ten years?
She tugged off her headband and ran her fingers through her hair before sliding on the headband again. Taking a deep breath she walked towards the tree that still stood towering over the lake, the tree that had once belonged to him. She sighed but she didn't let the memories make her cry. Walking under the tree had brought her some comfort that she didn't know she needed. The long thin strands of the weeping willow brushed against her skin making her smile.
She hadn't forgotten, it seems so long ago but she remembers.
He had graduated Cum Laude she had last heard and that was years ago. He lived in his house alone after his Uncle died three years ago. He also grew apart from Cho. Cho was married to Draco now, with three children of their own. Seems as if first love never dies. Luna had told her most of that information. Hermione and Ron were just planning a wedding and the timing couldn't be anymore perfect since she was coming home. Luna had been married to Neville and they had a peculiar little girl with big blue eyes like her mother and dark hair like her father they named her Stella. Michael had married Lavender and then they divorced and then married again. The rest of the boys Seamus and Dean had landed themselves as professional basketball players in the U.S. They all managed to fulfill their dreams.
Yet she was there, waiting. Wondering if he still remembered or had he long forgotten about it. She leaned against the trunk feeling the warmth of the tree on her left arm. Closing her eyes against the setting sun as she quietly remembered.
He walked up to the park coming from the office as a lawyer it was rare that he could leave the office this early. Shifting his coat in arm where he was carrying his black attaché case he made his way through the newly mowed grass of the park. Things were changing in the small city of Diagon Alley. Things like the people, the children, the animals, the rules even, and the park had never changed but it had remained beautiful. But what awed him was that his tree never changed. Taking a look at his tree he squinted at the silhouette that leaned against it. It was a girl in a short conservative skirt and a green collared t-shirt. She looked so simple yet elegant like a beautiful painted picture that hung in the halls of Le Louvre. Harry placed his coat and attaché case on the bench, took off his tie placing it next to his stuff. He walked towards the tree briefly curious as his heart beat against his chest.
When he came closer he saw that the girl had red hair. It was she; the girl that had haunted his mind with her bright hurt hazel eyes. He cautiously looked at his bracelet, the one she had given him. Looking up he almost jumped as he saw her turn to face him. She had grown up just as much as he did. On her lips a small smile and from her neck a silver chain, the chain that he had given. She stepped down from the trees roots and came face to face with him. She was still smaller than he was but she was a lot taller than she had ever been. She could have passed as a model with her small frame and tall figure. She hadn't forgotten.
She stared at the man before her he had changed but it was still he, the boy she loved behind those eyes. His hair was still messy ad she laughed. He gave her a small smile clearly nervous since it was the first time they had been so close to each other in ten years.
All those ten years of waiting had finally come to an end when he slipped his hand through hers in the same manner that he had done when she told him she loved him. They were best friends then, what were they now?
He was still dazed that she remembered and that in her eyes he saw that she still loved him. He had heard from Ron many stories about her days in Beauxbatons about the many guys that had courted her but one thing remained forever embedded in his mind, that she loved him.
She smiled up at him the corner of her eyes crinkling in mirth she laughed and he hadn't heard her laugh that way in eleven years. He smiled down at her. He now understood what other people had said about first loves.
He wanted to say something but was too afraid. But he knew that this was the start and he believed that this wasn't coincidence after all he had believed in faith and this was something he had wanted for such a long time. But this time he was going to make it right. She deserved so much.
"Walk me home?" she asked tilting her head the same way she did when she was sixteen. She didn't seem afraid or unsure. She had always been so simple not like many of the other girls he had known she always appreciated the small things and that was what he respected her for.
"Always." He quoted the words she had used so many years ago. Words that he had never forgotten.
He nodded pulling her along with him they no longer just walked side by side. They walked together. When they approached the bench she tugged the coat and the tie away from him letting him know she would carry it. He smiled at her grabbing his attaché case as they walked out of the park.
The routine that had once expired had started on that afternoon. They had been through so much and they had grown and learned from their mistakes. The walk home was not a long one but it was one to be remembered because it was the beginning of something new.
The walk home depends on how someone looks at it or where they live is something that one will most likely remember. The people you greet on the street, the neighbors who busily clean their garden, the dogs barking across the lawn tied up to a pole, the children running on the sidewalk as you jump out of their way, the hopscotch that is etched on the sidewalk in bright pink chalk, the sunset glowing behind your back as you watch your shadow walk with you and the one you won't forget, no matter how hard you try is the one that walked you home.
THE END! FIN FINITO MY FIRST FINISHED FIC... yey! thanks to those who will review hope you like it... i'm working on my other fic.. Et RUat... read please.. c",)