They had never even seen each other until that night he killed Dumbledore. Hell, he hadn’t even known her name. Still didn’t.
But if there was anything he believed in, it was love at first site. How could he not, after the way he felt about her?
She was beautiful. Ever changing. Strong and determined and everything he wished he could be but wasn’t. Everything he probably would never be.
And then when he saw her at the final battle, he wanted to save her, wanted to help her in some way. And he was running toward her and he was so close and then there was a flash of light and then-
Gone.
His love.
Gone.