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1999
Harry has been sitting there for two hours, waiting for me. I watched his hope fall, turn into anger and hurt. I wonder how much longer he’ll wait, if I’ll follow my heart and go to him. If that would be a good thing.
2000
Astoria is fine, but she’s not Harry. I won’t ever love anyone as I love him.
Maybe that’s why I’m here, same as last year. Maybe that’s why Harry is here, too. It almost feels like no time passed, like we could still run away together.
I now know we were never that free.
2002
The Potter-Weasley-Wedding is The Topic in the papers. I burned them all.
It’s childish to harbour resentment, to hate Harry’s happiness. I remember when he asked me to marry him, stars standing witness to our giddy promise. Promises I broke.
I have no right to be bitter.
2005
Harry looks exhausted. He brought their son, little James. He’s about the same age as Scorpius. Would they get along?
2016
It has become tradition for me, returning always on this date, watching Harry and fooling myself that this time, I’ll be brave.
2029
Once, we made plans to travel the world, young and eager, hungry for life and drunk on love. We were so happy.
Now I read about his life in the headlines.
2043
Our love has grown old with us, strained over the years apart but still beating strong.
Maybe it’s not too late for us.