The End by fortheloveoftoast

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 19/10/2005
Last Updated: 19/10/2005
Status: Completed

The war is over, Voldemort is gone. Five years later the world is still rejoicing but one woman
can't be happy when her best friend and one true love is gone. One shot lyric fic.




1. The End
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**Disclaimer: I do not own anything…though I wish I did.**

**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 he**art before you tell him goodbye*

**Finis**

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