Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics to this song. They are the property of Avril Lavigne. Nor do I own the characters Ron, Harry, and Hermione they are the property of JKR. Though the story is all my own.
Also thanks to H_Hrfan for pointing out a mistake to me, a few words were missing in the first sentence. That has
been fixed. Thanks also goes out to the REAL HOPE who's review was lost in re-uploading this chapter.
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Hermione sat down on the sofa something in her hand. Looking closely you can see that it's a photo album. She opens it to the first page. It's a photo of a blacked haired, emerald-eyed man with a woman next to him in a wedding dress. It was Hermione and Harry's wedding photo. A single tear falls down her face
I miss you
I miss you so bad
I don't forget you
Oh it's so sad
She turns the page to see photos of her, Harry and Ron from their school days. In all of the ones from sixth and seventh year her and Ron are looking, smiling into the camera while Harry is staring at Hermione, a secretive smile on his face. She says a silent prayer in her head.
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found
It won't be the same
Her memories traveled back to ten years ago, to the accident. The one that had taken Harry away from her. Even though they lived their lives as wizards they owned a car. On this day Harry had taken it to go grocery shopping. It was raining out and was turning to ice once it touched the ground.
I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know I can't
She turned the page again to pictures of her and Harry in front of their new home. She remembered the joy of that day. But again the day of the accident intruded into her thoughts. She had gotten the call and rushed to the hospital. By the time she got there Harry was already gone. She hadn't made it in time to say goodbye.
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found
It won't be the same
She always wondered if he had been brought to St. Mungo's if he would have lived. She had dwelled for so long on this fact that she fell into a deep depression. Then one day she came to realize that Harry wouldn't want her to dwell on it, that he would want her to live life to the fullest.
I've had my wake
Won't you wake up
I keep asking why
I can't take it
It wasn't fake
It happened you passed by
She had later found it ironic that Harry Potter, The Boy That Lived, had destroyed Voldemort, but died in a stupid Muggle invention. The boy, and then man, she had thought was invincible.
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
There you go
There you go
Somewhere I can't bring you back
Now you're gone
Now you're gone
There you go
There you go
Somewhere you're not coming back
She turned the page of the album again. A smile lit up her face. These were always her favorite pictures. This was Harry's happiest day. She knew that like she knew that he loved her with all he had. She remembered coming home after the accident....
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found
It won't be the same
"Mum?"
She looked up and saw her and Harry's son, who was the spitting image of Harry, standing in the doorway, spell book
in hand. She remembered having to explain to a six year old James Sirius Potter why his daddy wasn't coming home,
and the tears that seemed endless...
"Yes?"
"Can you help me with a Defense Against the Dark Arts essay?"
She looked back at the photo album, a smile on her face still, to see her favorite picture. Harry holding his newborn
son, a smile on his face that reached past his ears.
I miss you...