Miss You a Little

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Miss You.

//Sometimes a song can touch a nerve
That takes me back to you//

I gaze out the window at the children playing in the yard and I have to smile a little. Two of them are ours, and the oldest, our son reminds me so much of you.

//When I pick up my old guitar
And I play your favorite tune//

As the radio changes to another song in the background, one I recognize as one of your favorites. I find myself thinking back to those final days. The boy I met on the train that fateful morning, is not the father of my children, though he has become like a brother to me and an uncle to them. And I know you loved him like a brother.

//Every now and then, some little thing
I’ve buried comes bubblin’ up
And once in a while, you feel close enough to touch//

He’s out there now with the kids, his and mine. Children laughing and playing as children were meant to do. The war is over, so many sad times, and yet our sacrifices have ensured that our children will not live in fear. Just as your sacrifice showed me the path that I must walk with my life.

//I miss you a little since you’ve been gone
A few little memories keep hangin’ on
I miss you a little, I guess you could say
A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day//

The memories of happier times float through my head, and I see my son toss his head and laugh. Once again the reminder of his lineage is there and I know that now you will live on, just as I will live on in our children. This afternoon I’m taking them to the graveyard, and I will tell them the story. From my point of view. And perhapes in time, Harry will tell them his view as well, but that can wait until they are older.

//When I go by our old house
I pretend that you’re still there
Waitin’ for me on the porch
But there’s just an empty chair//

The carrage glides past our old house, and I am painfully aware of the emptiness of the old place. Since your mom died it has stood empty and unused. We have plans for it though. Draco wants to open an orphange and create a solid environment for the war orphans that still litter the streets. I have given him my blessing, and I know that you would approve of my choice for restoring the house to become such a place. He and Harry will live there together, with the children they rescue, and I will be able to visit them as will my children.

//Whish I could see you one more time
Before I drive away
So I could stop and go inside, and say//

As the house fades into the background and we reach the graveyard, I hear my own voice telling the children the story as clearly as I remember it. Walking across the grass to the gravesite, I feel a hand on my shoulder and looking sideways see understanding Emarld eyes. I tell the children of your work, of your life and how much family and peace ment to you. From the corner of my eye I see the two of them holding hands and smiling sadly at me. And I offer them a small smile of my own, before I turn my attention back to our son who has asked me a question.

//I miss you a little since you’ve been gone
A few little memories keep hangin’ on
I miss you a little, I guess you could say
A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day//

The questions over Harry and Draco lead the children back to the carrage, giving me a few minutes on my own. They have been the best friends a person could ask for. You would have learned to love the blonde slytherin though he was a giant prat in school.And I know their choice in life mate would not have upset you as one might think. You worked for peace and tolerance, and I hope that one day I will be worthy enough and strong enough to follow in your footsteps completely. Unbidden the tears start to fall, and I can’t help it. I run my fingers lightly over your gravestone.The relationship may have been stormy and we may have argued constantly but you were my love, my life and my soul.

//A little too much, a little too often
A little more every day//

I love you Ronald Weasley.