"I have to get out of here." Hermione remarked. I perked my head up to stare at her. Her face was contorted in an expression of both anger and sadness. She wasn't pretty. She was okay, I'll give her that. Still, her hair was too puffy for her face and she was too scrawny to have a decent figure. No, pretty wasn't her strength. There was something else about her. Maybe it was because she was my best friend. She was unattainable. She'd never be mine.
"This place is driving me insane." This place was an old Muggle house, far away from England and Hogwarts. Even farther from Voldemort, that was the whole idea. Or so they told us. They said we needed a rest. I knew what that meant. They thought we were crazy. It wasn't that they didn't believe us. Or was it? Could this be some cosmic joke? Were we insane?
Muggles, wizards, witches, Voldemort. Was anything real? Had we really just imagined it all? Still, no one would believe us. No supposed wizard and of course no muggle.
"It's something ironic, isn't it? After all we've done no one will believe us." I said and Hermione laughed. It wasn't a real laugh, a fake kind of laugh. A laugh that showed just how much the whole idea scare her. Still, how could two people have the same hallucination? Volde had been real. Hogwarts had been real. It had to be real.
"It's weird though, nothing happened to us after 7th year ended. It's like our world just ceased to exist. It's like we don't exist anymore."
Hermione's eyes glared up at me. "Maybe we don't."
I laughed, "I feel pretty real." She just glared at me.
"Have you ever realized that everything just seemed to shape up after our last year? Voldemort dissapeared, supposedly, Harry died, all the secrets we've been searching for become clear. Doesn't that strike you as a bit weird?"
"You're overthinking again, 'Mione." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Overthinking isn't a word, Ron, and 'Mione isn't my name."
"Whatever, but what's your point?" I said, examining the beginning of a red beard.
"It's…our lives are too… planned. It's almost like… we're something right out of a book."
I laughed, again. "Well then one things missing. For this to be all wrapped up, that is." I leaned forward a bit, teasing.
"Oh yeah." She said, hands on hips. "What's that?"
"The perfect kiss at the end." I leaned forward a little more, and kissed her.
"Who said it was a romance novel?" She said, blushing.
"I don't know, a little friend of mine." He looked up and winked at an invisible force. "Thanks Jo," He whispered.
JK Rowling smiled back. She had finally finished her book series. Now the charaters were of no use to her. She smiled and sighed. This story had been something beautiful.
"This place is driving me insane." This place was an old Muggle house, far away from England and Hogwarts. Even farther from Voldemort, that was the whole idea. Or so they told us. They said we needed a rest. I knew what that meant. They thought we were crazy. It wasn't that they didn't believe us. Or was it? Could this be some cosmic joke? Were we insane?
Muggles, wizards, witches, Voldemort. Was anything real? Had we really just imagined it all? Still, no one would believe us. No supposed wizard and of course no muggle.
"It's something ironic, isn't it? After all we've done no one will believe us." I said and Hermione laughed. It wasn't a real laugh, a fake kind of laugh. A laugh that showed just how much the whole idea scare her. Still, how could two people have the same hallucination? Volde had been real. Hogwarts had been real. It had to be real.
"It's weird though, nothing happened to us after 7th year ended. It's like our world just ceased to exist. It's like we don't exist anymore."
Hermione's eyes glared up at me. "Maybe we don't."
I laughed, "I feel pretty real." She just glared at me.
"Have you ever realized that everything just seemed to shape up after our last year? Voldemort dissapeared, supposedly, Harry died, all the secrets we've been searching for become clear. Doesn't that strike you as a bit weird?"
"You're overthinking again, 'Mione." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Overthinking isn't a word, Ron, and 'Mione isn't my name."
"Whatever, but what's your point?" I said, examining the beginning of a red beard.
"It's…our lives are too… planned. It's almost like… we're something right out of a book."
I laughed, again. "Well then one things missing. For this to be all wrapped up, that is." I leaned forward a bit, teasing.
"Oh yeah." She said, hands on hips. "What's that?"
"The perfect kiss at the end." I leaned forward a little more, and kissed her.
"Who said it was a romance novel?" She said, blushing.
"I don't know, a little friend of mine." He looked up and winked at an invisible force. "Thanks Jo," He whispered.
JK Rowling smiled back. She had finally finished her book series. Now the charaters were of no use to her. She smiled and sighed. This story had been something beautiful.