Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter :( that's Rowling's job. I also don't own the song, which is Please Don't Go by Barcelona.
All those arrows you threw, you threw them away
Hermionie looked up from the letters piled in her hand with tears in her eyes.
You kept falling in love, then one day
She remembered the times when he would tell her of his time in Hogwarts.
When you fell, you fell towards me
Then, looking back at the letters, she remembered when he left her.
When he had died.
When you crashed in the clouds, you found me
She remembered her third year and how she had helped save him from going back to Azkaban.
Oh, please don't go
The secret letters,
I want you so
The laughs,
I can't let go
The fun.
For I lose control
And she wondered,
Get these left handed lovers out of your way
What would've happened if he hadn't fallen?
They look hopeful but you, you should not stay
If their relationship turned out to be nothing.
If you want me to break down and give you the keys
And it was then that she realised:
I can do that but I can't let you leave
They were truly meant to be.
Oh, please don't go
No matter what, they would've met each other.
I want you so
She would've fallen for him. Hard.
I can't let go
And he, he would've done the exact same thing.
For I lose control
Opening up the most recent letter, she read:
Dearest Hermionie.
It's been such a long time since I've seen you, and finally, I get to. I'm leaving this horrible house of my family's. Harry's in trouble, and I know that you're going to be there too. I hope you're safe.
Don't do anything stupid, though I know that you have already. That's one thing that you really can't avoid when being Harry's friend, or at least that's what I've gotten from your letters.
If I don't end up coming back, remember that I love you. I really and truly love you. I'm sad to say that I would've never gotten to say it, because I know you and Ron have a... thing going on. Don't miss me. Take care of Harry. And for god's sake if anyone gives you trouble I'll come down and kick their sorry arses!
Have to go now, I love you.
Sirius.
He was gone. Never to come back.
She carefully put the letter back into it's envelope, and stashed the large pile of letters into her trunk.
She couldn't take it any more. She was leaving.
Silently making her way through the sleeping house, she slid through the front door, leaving nothing but a note behind.
Hermionie Granger wasn't seen again for years.
Thanks to those who read this! Does anyone think I should continue this? Maybe a couple more chapters, but a different actual story. I just think I left this too open for questions.
I don't know. Review or message and tell me please? It'd be greatly appreciated.