The wind whispered through the snow-covered branches, their weak limbs ready to snap under the weight, reaching down like mournful arms against the grey sky. In the heart of this desolation stood a figure, his shoulders hunched, wrapped in a heavy cloak to ward off the nipping frost. Harry gazed at a freshly dug grave, the mound of damp earth a stark contrast to the soft snow that surrounded it. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he clutched a crumpled piece of paper in his trembling hands.
He was mourning the loss of his dearest friend. They had grown together, their bond forged through magic, mystery, and adventure. But now, all that remained were memories etched in Harry’s aching heart. He wasn't alone in mourning, but he stood there alone.
Kneeling by the graveside, Harry unfolded the paper—a letter he had written to Draco—pouring out his anguish and love. Each word was a bittersweet remembrance of their years fighting against one another and their years fighting together. As the wind rustled the page, he whispered the words aloud, his voice quivering with sorrow.
"Oh, Draco," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "I miss you so much. The world feels empty without your love, without your warmth. How can I go on without you?"
Tears streamed down Harry’s face, melting the snowflakes that fell from the sky as he pressed the parchment against his chest, seeking solace from the inked words. Memories flooded his mind—their laughter echoing in the corridors of his soul, the countless battles they had fought, and the whispered promises they had made to one another in the comfort of their home.
"I promise to remember you always," he whispered into the wind, his voice filled with determination.
With a heavy heart, Harry rose from his spot by the grave, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun struggled to break through the clouds. He knew that the road ahead would be arduous, and the ache of Draco's absence would never fully subside.
The wind picked up, gently lifting the snowflakes from the trees. Harry took one last look at the grave, his eyes filled with a mix of grief and unwavering determination. With a deep breath, he began to walk, his footsteps marking the start of a new chapter—a chapter that would be dedicated to the memory of his lost love and the profound bond they shared.