A/N: Credz to mew-tsubaki, who founded this pairing. I don't own HP.

Forever Waiting.

He said he'd meet her in the forest. And that's where she was now, waiting. Her mother's diadem clutched in her hands, ready to hide it. She waited for him. For Nick. Instead, the Baron appeared.

"Helena." He greeted. She nodded her greeting, seeing him there, wasn't exactly a surprise. "Your mother is dying."

She knew it. She wanted to see her mother so badly, but she didn't want to return to a place where she would have to live under the shadow of her mother. It irked her beyond belief. She clutched the diadem even harder, ignoring the cold metal cutting into her skin.

"Please, Helena, come with me." He begged. She shook her head. She was waiting for her lover. Where was he?

. . .

Nick was on his way. Someone called to him – a neighboring woman. She asked for his help with some household task. Nick wasn't an unkind man, he was rather helpful, and thus he consented. He went into the woman's house. Mere minutes later he was locked in.

. . .

"Come with me, Helena." The Baron said, nearing her.

"No." She refused, stumbling backwards. She put her hands behind her back, hiding the diadem from his sight. She pushed it into the tree trunk behind her.

"Please, Helena." She saw a flash of silver, knowing what would come. Where was Nicholas?

"Never."

The Baron didn't think about it. He plunged the dagger forward, murdering her.

Hours later Nicholas was let out of the neighbor's house. Would Helena still be there? They were supposed to meet in the forest. They were to elope… to get married, and never look back. Her mother wouldn't be able to stop them, nor would any of the others.

He found her. Lifeless among the leaves and grass. He picked up her body and held it to him.

"Helena, no…" He hugged her limp body to him. No… she couldn't be dead… No… "No!"

His hand rubbed something hard. His tears stopped for a second as he saw the dagger. He recognized it. It belonged to the Baron.

"Have fun in the afterlife." A voice behind him said. And those were the last things he heard before a blunt axe was slammed into his neck. Time upon time…

. . .

"Morning." He greeted her.

"Good day, Sir Nicholas." She held out her hand. He took her transparent hand in his and placed a sweet kiss on her pale knuckles. She smiled softly.

For him, she'd wait forever.

. . .

A/N: Well, yeah. Review please. Especially you, mew!