Remembering by greymalkin

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 09/04/2008
Last Updated: 09/04/2008
Status: Completed

Sometimes memories we thought we’d lost come back to us when we least expect it. A warm night
and a quiet house leads Hermione to remember. Drabble.




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**Title:** Remembering

**Author:** greymalkin

**Summary:** Sometimes memories we thought we’d lost come back to us when we least expect it.
A warm night and a quiet house leads Hermione to remember.

**Disclaimer:** This story is based on characters and situations created by J.K. Rowling. In
other words, not mine. If I was skipping, I would be going, “Not-not mine, not-not mine.” You get
the idea.

**Author notes:** Just a sad little drabble that popped into my head while reading *The
Second Child* by Deborah Garrison. Her words inspired a little bit of poetry from the prosiest
of prose.

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It is late. I am standing at the kitchen counter after dinner. I look out the window at the dark
and suddenly, I think of you. My memory is traitorous. Sometimes I feel I have forgotten too much
of you –

*The feel of your arms as you held me.*

*What we whispered to each other on cold winter mornings.*

*The sound of your voice when you said you loved me.*

Now and then, like now when the house is quiet and I am alone, they come without warning. Small
things, odd details that no one but I could treasure. Tonight this: *you laughing into my mouth
as you were trying to kiss me.*


I do not cry. My heart has become weary with crying. But still the ache comes and still I miss you.
I think I will spend the rest of my days missing you. I am too young to be a widow, our son too
young to lose his father.

Every so often, he reminds me too much of you – from his perpetually windswept locks, albeit
brown instead of black, to his emerald eyes clouding with worry when he senses me sad – that it
pains me to watch him. Other times, I cling to him as my only proof that it wasn’t just a dream and
you were once here with me. That, once upon a time, you loved me.

He is calling me now from the other room, wanting to show off the prefect badge that came for
him today. I compose myself and tuck my memories of you away in lavender. Life will go on. The sun
will rise and set. The grass will grow. And I will have other nights for remembering.