Gone for Good

Waited

She goes into work and its a normal morning like any other. Finding her way to her level 2 office the same way she has for so many years, she sits down at her desk and finishes off a letter to a colleague. She ends it, signing it ”Yours, Amelia Fenwick”. Damn, now she has to start over. Sometimes she forgets that isn’t her name, it never was. She gets frustrated with herself, crumpling up the parchment and throwing it in the bin.
There’s a knock at her door. ”Come in..” she sighs and the door is opened by her secretary, Giselle. ”It’s time for you to go down to the trial for the Potter boy, ma’am. They changed the time for it-” She cuts her off. ”Potter?” she questions. ”Yes, Ma’am,” the younger girl says, ”I could have sworn I gave you the notice…” she says, riffling through the papers in her arms and pulling out a slip to hand to Amelia. Madam Bones examines the slip of parchment, her eyes scanning over it quickly. ”Thank you, Giselle,” she says kindly. ”I’ll leave now. Only next time, do try and give this to me before hand.” she adds, passing the young girl who has a sheepish look on her face.
Amelia hurries down the hall and rides the lift alone. She catches her reflection in an outside mirror just as the doors close. Only 35, the years have not been kind to her. Her once bright blue eyes now lacking shine, her long golden locks chopped off long ago, both only a reminder of her time with him. Every years that’s passed has been a memory of him, every day she’s had to spend without him a cruel reminder of the years when she had lost everyone.
She envies James and Lily, at least they’re together, while she a Remus, and even Sirius have to go it all alone, and she hasn’t even spoken to them in years, not since nearly a decade before Susan wrote her a letter saying Remus had mentioned her in a lecture. And Sirius, rotting away in his cell for 12 years, no doubt thinking of Marlene constantly and how he should have been there, and the same goes for Remus and Doe.
Suddenly she finds the door to the elevator opening and she has to go into the court room, filing in after her co-workers. She goes home that night, weary, and dreams of the days when life was much simpler.
He comes just a few months later, to kill her. She’s known all along that it would happen, and has been preparing for a while. She had Christmas dinner with Daniel and Marissa, saw her mother for the last time, and set up her vault at Gringotts and a flat on the other side of town to go to Susan. She sits, she waits, and he arrives, knowing that she isn’t asleep as so many others are on this cold December evening. It’s short, quick, no final words, no pleading, because she knows its no use.
A flash of green light as she sits in her favorite chair, no fighting back, she knows better. Her skin is on fire, then the feeling is suddenly washed away with a cool mist. Opening her eyes, she sees smiling faces, feels and hand take hers, and turns to see the hazel eyes she’s had to live 16 years without.
”We’ve got all the time in the world now.” he says.