Extra- It'd never be enough
Lysander's mind was racing a thousand miles an hour, more thoughts than he could process swirling in his head. His heart pounded, his gaze lost in space. In front of him lay the most devastating scene of all; he couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it. When his brother, Lorcan, had called him at work with the devastating news, he couldn’t accept it; it had to be a joke, a cruel one, but a joke nonetheless. This couldn’t be happening; it was impossible. So he took his coat and ran home, repeating over and over that nothing had happened, that she would still be there, that his brother was just playing a very bad prank on him. Unfortunately, the truth hit him the moment he set foot in the house. There, in front of him, lay his beloved, the love of his life, his other half, his wife, his best friend, his own angel—Lily Luna Potter—lying on the floor.
As he looked at the lifeless body of his beloved, Lysander was flooded with memories—every glance, every moment, every trait, every little quirk, every piece of memory he had of the little redhead trying to make its way into his mind. He allowed them in because they were all he had left: memories.
He remembered their first kiss, that blessed kiss, the kiss they both longed for, that blessed kiss by the lake’s edge, beneath the tree where their friendship had begun long ago. They had had a fight, a stupid fight, completely foolish, during which Lysander had said some hurtful things. They hadn’t spoken for the rest of the day. Lysander couldn’t sleep; he couldn’t end the day fighting with his best friend and (obviously) crush. He sneaked out of his common room and searched for the youngest Potter throughout (almost) all of Hogwarts until he found her sitting against THE tree. He sat beside her and greeted her, “Hello.” Lily lifted her head, and their eyes connected. “Hello.” They fell silent, their gazes locked. How they weren’t together yet was something no one in Hogwarts could understand; just seeing them together for half a minute was enough to know they liked each other. “Will you forgive me?” Lily didn’t answer, just kept looking into his eyes, wishing the message would reach Lysander: 'Of course I forgive you; I’m so hopelessly in love that I can’t even stay mad at you.' A glance can communicate a sea of emotions, but sometimes something more is needed for the message to be clear. Lily leaned closer to Lysander and kissed him tenderly. “Consider yourself forgiven.” Lysander smiled and kissed her back, the message as clear as day: 'I like you too.'
He remembered the promise they made at their graduation. They both understood that there was a three-year age difference, three years in which Lily would be at Hogwarts and he wouldn’t. So graduation wasn’t something they were waiting for as a couple, but it came anyway. “I’m going to miss you,” she said once they were alone. “Me too, princess.” Lysander planted a kiss in her hair. They spent the next few minutes enjoying each other’s presence, curled up on the couch with a blanket over them. “Promise me you’ll think of me when you’re in the real world, outside Hogwarts.” Lysander brushed a strand of hair from her face and, looking directly into her eyes, replied, “I promise.” Lily let out a small laugh and smiled. “I promise to think of you here, in the real world, at Hogwarts.” Lysander lunged at her and hugged her tightly. “You’re the best.”
He remembered every dinner at Hogwarts, in the Great Hall, when one of them would go to the other’s table and say those words—those words that seemed to mean little but meant everything: “Wherever, whenever.” He recalled their conversations in the past when they had stopped keeping secrets. He remembered every kiss, every caress. He remembered the melancholic sound of her laughter. He remembered the wonderful scent of vanilla in her hair. He remembered Lily Luna Potter.
And he couldn’t help the tears that fell because now that was all he had left—memories. And they weren’t enough; they never would be. Because he had committed to her forever. He could never have enough of her—enough conversations, enough fights, enough hugs, enough kisses. He would never have enough of Lily Luna Potter. But sadly, Lysander would have to learn to cope with that insufficiency because Lily Luna Potter was no longer there, neither with him nor with anyone else.