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The End
A young woman steps forward and places a single red rose next to a stone grave marker. Her soft brown eyes were rimmed with red and she was dressed in a simple black dress. It was the fifth anniversary of his death and she had never quite gotten over it. Thinking about him she was suddenly overcome with memories of that day. She sank to her knees and bowed her head, leaning it on the gravestone. She couldn't stop the memories no matter how she tried.
I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.
They had fought that day. Well not really a fight, just bickering really. And it wasn't over anything big; it was true that she didn't even remember what it was about. He had stormed out of the common room after shouting at her one last time. That was the last time she saw him, she didn't even get to tell him she loved him. She didn't know that he loved her too. The next thing she heard a scream and it was the end.
Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.
He had left her angry and crying for a long while after but even though his scream was faint and far-off, she knew. She had gone as fast as she could but still she was too late. When she got there she looked out at the devastation, tears falling from her eyes in sheets. She couldn't believe she hadn't been there. Death eaters, students and teachers alike lay dead all around. Voldemort was defeated; his body lay a few yards away. A few people stirred but he didn't, he was dead; she had known it in the bottom of her heart. And there he was so close to her but so far away. She had run over to him as fast as she could, but somehow it still wasn't fast enough, the tears falling faster. When she got to him she knelt down next to him, pulling him close to her and rocking back and forth.
Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.
"I love you, I love you so much," she had murmured softly, so as to not disturb him. She could say no more as her sobs overtook her and racked violently through her body. The pain she felt couldn't ever be matched. Surviving friends and teachers tried to comfort her but nothing would make it better. She had felt numb, like she was separated from herself, like her heart had been torn to shreds. She had felt then much like she was feeling as she kneeled at the huge stone rocking back and forth, and holding her arms out trying to reach him from where he lay, six feet under the ground.
Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.
Hermione pulled her head up with all her might and reached her hand out to trace the lettering on the grave.
Harry James Potter
The Boy Who Lived
Filled with love and life
The world's one true hero and an even greater friend
Her best friend, her one true love. She loved him with all of her heart and it still wasn't enough. `He will never know' she had told herself many times. But what hurt her more was the fact that she will never know if he loved her back. She pulled herself up and wiped fiercely at her eyes. This was how it went every year, for five years now. This is where it started and this is where it will end. She looked over at Ron, her husband, and she knew it wasn't fair to him. It will never be fair, because she could never love him as he wanted her to. It had to stop now. With great effort Hermione pushed herself away from the grave and began the walk up the hill.
And there are voices that want to be heard.
So much to mention but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been
When love was wilder than the wind.
When she got up there Ron held out their child, who was named Harry, out to her. Hermione saw Harry every time she looked at her son. His dark brown hair was almost black and she imagined that he had his eyes. Sometimes it was hard for her to tell that he doesn't. Ron put his arm around her and led her onto the road towards their car. She went, not once looking back. She would get over it but never forget him, because as long as the people who love him remember him, he will live still. But somehow she knew that this was over, she needed to start over if only for the sake of Ron and then she saw it, it was the end.
Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye
Finis
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