Title: Who You'd Be Today
Pairing: Implied Cedric/Cho, Harry/Cho, Mike/Cho
Summary: Memories don't fade - nor do they really want them to.
Word Count: 550
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters and universe are property of JKR, Scholastic & other assorted publishers, and the WB. Song lyrics are property of Kenny Chesney and BNA Entertainment.
Notes: I haven't written fic in ages, so... yeah.
Sunny days seem to hurt the most
Wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
See your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughing in the rain
Still can't believe your gone
She’d tried dating other blokes. Tried dating Harry, tried dating Mike. Harry was probably too soon and too close to him for it to ever work, and she’d felt badly about how it’d gone. Mike had worked a bit better, but in the end all she’d done was compare - dark hair to blond, not so tall to tall, Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff. None of it should’ve mattered, and yet all of it did. She just wanted someone to understand that she couldn’t just forget him. He was her first love and he was ripped away from her - and everyone else - by the worst being in existence, and while she’d never felt she could do something personally about it, she often wished she could. But more than that, she wished she could see him one more time, be held by him one last time, give him one final kiss. Someday she’d get past this, she told herself. Someday just hadn’t arrived yet.
It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
He figured he’d never forget that image. One minute Cedric was alive; the next, dead on the ground in the graveyard. He remembered it all in detail, every last moment of it – and even when he wanted to forget, his dreams wouldn’t let him. He called out Cedric’s name in his sleep, wanting to save him over and over again, knowing he couldn’t. He remembered sobbing over Cedric’s body, unable to control it, not caring who saw. He blamed himself still – take the cup together, he’d said. He should’ve just done it and if he’d died, at least he wouldn’t still be here, wracked with guilt, knowing he survived when he shouldn’t have; knowing he’d lived while Cedric had died. Someday he’d forgive himself, he thought. Someday just hadn’t arrived yet.
Would you see the world?
Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family?
I wonder, what would you name your babies...
He still wondered why. Why his boy, his smart, brave, wonderful son? Why not another? He knew that was a horrible thing to think – no one should have to lose a child. Amos knew – oh, how well he knew that lesson. He’d lived with it every day for less than a year, counted the days as though they’d lead him somewhere. He knew they weren’t leading him anywhere he wanted to go. He wanted to go into the past, bring Cedric back, live those days all over again. Never fuss at him for not making his bed, or losing at Quidditch, or bringing home fewer OWLs than expected. He wanted to smother him in love, hug him until he yelled, praise him until he turned pink with embarrassment. He wanted to see what his son would’ve done with his life. He and Cedric both deserved that – and they were both robbed of the chance. Someday he wouldn’t wonder anymore, he figured. Someday just hadn’t arrived yet.
Sometimes, I wonder, who you'd be today.