Trying to Feel

Mon, 28 Nov 2005 04:44:29 GMT

Title: Part One - Everything Will Be Alright
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13
Main Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter
Summary: Some people spend years trying to feel. Others just know better.

It wasn’t an ordinary day. Anyone could have told you that, wizard or Muggle. There was a feel about the air. A new smell. It was fresh and crisp and wonderful. It felt like nothing bad could ever happen again.

It was the day Harry Potter had finally defeated Voldemort.

It should have been a happy day, but they knew better. They knew better than to hope and pray for a better future, when so many people they loved were now dead. They were straining under the stress of the last few years. Before, the adrenaline had kept them going, had kept them alive, had kept them from feeling. They had spent so many years trying to feel and now.... Now they wanted nothing more than to be numb again.

It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right. So many lives lost. They were finally able to bury the dead in peace, without having to fear a Death Eater attack. The Death Eaters were all either dead or on the run. The ones on the run wouldn’t dare show their faces so soon. At least not in broad daylight.

Hermione Granger kneeled by one lone grave waiting to be filled. As she sat, she twirled the stem of a wilted pink rose in her hand. It looked pressed and dry, as if she had been trying to protect and preserve it between the pages of a heavy book. She heard someone come up behind her and, even without looking, she knew who it was. She could sense him. She knew him too well.

“He gave me this rose when he first told me he loved me,” she whispered. “That was six months ago. We were going to get married, did you know? He asked me a few weeks back. We didn’t want to tell anyone. Not yet. It was special and we wanted to add to the glory of the War being over. And then he had to go and die on me.” She chuckled slightly through her tears, as if remembering a better time. A time without war and heartache. A time where they were young again.

“It’s crazy how we take everyone for granted. Unbelievable, even. We just think they’ll be there forever and when they’re gone... we don’t know what to do,” her companion replied, voice soft on the autumn breeze.

The winds got violent then, shaking the trees, rattling them. Hermione pulled her cloak tighter around her body and slowly stood up, pushing the caramel colored hair that whipped her face back behind her ears.

“I know... I know. I just loved him so much and it hurts so bad. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She looked as if she wanted to tell him something else, but was hesitating.

“What is it, Hermione?” he asked her, keeping is tone as soft and lyrical as possible.

“I’m pregnant, Harry. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to raise this child, not by myself, not without any help. I need Ron. I need him here. The worst part is, he didn’t even know, Harry. He didn’t know he was going to be a father. Maybe if he had.... maybe he would still be here.”

“Hermione, you can’t blame yourself. Ron knew what he was doing. Something just went wrong. Please, Hermione, I need you. And you need me. Don’t fall apart on me, okay? We’ll figure something out. You can come stay with me, yeah? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I guess so Harry. But it just won’t be the same.” After these words, Hermione’s sobs became louder and more violent. In an effort to calm her down, Harry pulled her to him, wrapping his strong arms around her waist as she buried her face in his chest.

“Everything will be all right, Hermione. I promise.”

Under Construtction

Sat, 26 Nov 2005 06:24:30 GMT

This journal is under construction at the moment. I hope to have the first Ficlet Triying to Feel up tomorrow night or Sunday. Fun, I know. So yay.

Um... That's pretty much all I have to say right now. Kthxbye.

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Trying to Feel

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